(Jimmy Webb)
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I 'm tired of tracing vapor trail, ghost letters in the sky
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Living life in daydreams, watching precious time get by
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Circle around this great big world, just chasing smoke, and never
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touching ground
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Like a skywriter, rebel without a cause, drifting without an aim
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But I can't seem to give up this flying game
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I'm a wing walker, working without a net
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That's all I've ever been
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And I wonder if I'm ever coming down again
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Some people say I'm losing touch with harsh reality
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Because I can't accept the way it is with you and me
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Stop living in the past, like some old pilot from a war that
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wouldn't end
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Like a barnstormer, safe with my heart and wings
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How could I ever fall
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So serenely do I glide above it all
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I'm a skywriter, I can't forget you yet
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For whatever that it's worth
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And sometimes I think I'm never coming back
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Skywriter - I can't forget you yet
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For whatever that it's worth
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And sometimes I think I'm never coming back to earth.
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Skywriter
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| Art Garfunkel |
