Conscious Pilot

Pull our pockets inside out
Our hips have grown wings
With a block and tackle or dumbwaiter
We’ll hoist ourselves up with strings
And if someone were to pull and tug
It would only make us fly
And once our pockets think they’re wings
We’re guaranteed to fly
We’ll flutter for change
Collecting strangers
But they’ll all look the same
So let’s float away for good
The fighters aren’t fighting
They’re just dancing round the ring
And so their butterflies have been let off
They’re in the alley, down the street
They’re rallying in cardboard boxes
They’re trying to fight the rain
They’re trusting their caterpillar instincts
That they’ll soon be flown away
They’ll flutter for change
And warm up their wings
Cause today is only today
Soon they’ll float away for good
And I remember everything
So I’ll remember everything
And I remember everything
So I’ll remember everything