(Jimmy Webb)
I 'm tired of tracing vapor trail, ghost letters
in the sky
Living life in daydreams, watching precious time
get by

Circle around this great big world, just chasing
smoke, and never
touching ground

Like a skywriter, rebel without a cause, drifting
without an aim

But I can't seem to give up this flying game
I'm a wing walker, working without a net
That's all I've ever been
And I wonder if I'm ever coming down again

Some people say I'm losing touch with harsh
reality
Because I can't accept the way it is with you and
me
Stop living in the past, like some old pilot from
a war that
wouldn't end

Like a barnstormer, safe with my heart and wings
How could I ever fall
So serenely do I glide above it all

I'm a skywriter, I can't forget you yet
For whatever that it's worth

And sometimes I think I'm never coming back

Skywriter - I can't forget you yet
For whatever that it's worth

And sometimes I think I'm never coming back to
earth.