Close skies, taking wages,
from the ways that common go.
Of it's frightening, and it's loneness,
and it's out there, searching and stare.
You've got to be , to hold it, to love it, to leave it,
Or it won't belong (ahaaaa), to be someone's son, just like him.
Look out, all those faces,
I wanted to go, I wanted to fight.
I wanted to get to the top of the white.
I did what it could. Now it's through.
I wanted to crawl, I kneeled down to cry.
I picked myself up, take a lot at the sky.
I was given the room to see it through.
You've got to be , to hold it, to love it, to leave it,