I got myself a mission: I'm going to find heaven I made crepe paper wings, I think they'll carry me well I left you a love poem, the best I have written My favorite words were the ones I couldn't spell They say that I'm a lunatic. They say that I am full of it I say that's it's worth dreaming, just for the dream of it It's all about passion. It's all about perception Don't call me on my cell phone, cuz there aint no reception when I'm gone I think I'm growing feathers, but I'm not quite sure of it Cuz I started getting dizzy about a hundred feet up I made friends with the clouds. I made friends with the birds If you ask a goose a question, he never shuts up And honestly I miss you, and I hope that you're missing me Cuz I could use your lips on me and a little bit of Dramamine For the moment, I can see way better than I've ever seen Don't sell my stuff on ebay, cuz I might be back before I'm gone I'm not the kind of man, who's into looking downward I've drank my share of pity from the bartender's cup There are so many people wondering, "What's the right direction?" As far as I'm concerned, there's only one way up Though my fingers are blisters and my eyes are bullet holes My heart keeps beating I guess I'm pretty lucky