I could be the flag Bragging red, white, and blue, Hanging overt and unnecessary On a pole above the car dealership in your hometown. I could be the airplane Flying 10, 000 feet above the ground Skipping on the wind Like children on the playground pavement I could be the seat cushion, you cling to if you crash. Reincarnation Doesn't seem half bad A plan, a plan. Reincarnation Make me anything You can, you can. I could be the pushpin Stuck in the corkboard up a picture from your youth. I could be the bedspread Draped cautious Recollecting dust in your guestroom. Reincarnation Doesn't seem half bad A plan, a plan. Reincarnation Make me anything You can, you can. So we speak our peace, And wipe our noses, And we dig the holes, And carve the tombstones, Offering comfort in A hand on shoulder. Still no one knows now Where he will go. I could be the worm In your apple. I could be the axe That chopped the cherry tree. I could could be the glass of water on your bedside table. I could be any person, place, or thing you make of me. Reincarnation Doesn't seem half bad A plan, a plan. Reincarnation Make me anything You can, you can.