Oh the places we’ll go
From the tops of the trees
See beyond what we know
I will shed the limbs I lack
Now the spirit moves
And it’s gonna come back
Whispering so can hear it
Appearances are a flower in the hat
Kites we build from Feathers we find
Glide to where our feet won’t take us
Oh caress my back
In the equation of a simple map
I was alone disallusionally
Seeing a companion sitting next to me
Whispering so can hear it
Appearances are a flower in the hat
Kites we build from Feathers we find
Glide to where our feet won’t take us
Oh the places we’ll go
Oh we don’t actually know
