It's a long hard conversation I never had with you; and it's a touchy situation when I see my sky falling through. Now I'm falling from the sky – I'm on ordinary time – and I know you know that flying's on my mind. It's true. I caught you in the kitchen fretting out the in-between; and, you know, you always listened to my homestead dreams. But now I'm falling from the sky – I'm on ordinary time – and I know you know that flying's on my mind. It's true.
Bert Jerred
