by tyler stenson © 2002 — ASCAP
How many days ’til next year?
I’m counting down.
I took a walk beneath this sky
Through this hopeless town.
These day dreams are whispering next to me-
I am a daydreamer
And these lonely days that end with nights,
And nights that begin those days,
Are washing me away.
I want to be shot into the blue like a Cannonball.
I want to hit every cloud on my way down.
I want to be blue-
Closer to the moon and you.
Leave this memory for me-
It’s mine and mine alone
And these scattered words you once promised me-
They crumble like stone.
There is no contrast to where these clouds
Disappear into the desperate blue
So baby, I’ll grab my things,
I’m leaving town-
You can remember me, but I’m forgetting you.
I want to be shot into the blue like a Cannonball.
I want to hit every cloud on my way down.
I want to be blue-
Closer to the moon and you.
Raise your arm above your head.
Draw a line from you to Heaven.
Dream of angels falling down and
Taking you home again.
I want to be shot into the blue like a Cannonball.
I want to hit every cloud on my way down.
I want to be blue-
Closer to the moon and you.
I’m so close but so far.
I’m so close but so far away.