| I have flown, I’m who I am |
| By holding you, closer than |
| anything, other than |
| what I held closer than you |
| They say it’s a tall tale, and not in the clouds, |
| they say it’s a tall tale, and not in the clouds |
| and it’s nothing more, than nothing is, |
| in someones’s eyes, and nothing less |
| But nothing is in yours |
| But nothing is in yours |
| But a voice cried out in the wilderness |
| and there you were, a bolt from the blue, oh |
| A voice cried out in the wilderness |
| and there you were, a bolt from the blue |
| They say it’s a tall tale, and not in the clouds and it’s nothing more, |
| than nothing is, |
| in someone’s eyes, and nothing less |
| but nothing is in yours and even if I’m falling in the storyland, |
| if I stumble in the thorns I’ll be planting the soil |
| bring hundredfolds, |
| A voice cried out in the wilderness |
| and there you were, a bolt from the blue |
| I staition my men, and he says to you |
| you told me how to tread on the blue |
| I have felt, I’m who I am, by holding you, closer than, |
| anything, other than, |
| what I held, closer than, you. |