Guess what, baby?  Dreams go by, tell me something good because you know I'm just passing through to see you.  Take me away, didn't you hear I learned to fly?  Since you've been away everything's changed.  Words don't express anymore, motions become pained, I don't feel the same.  We could rehash things, but I'd rather just lay here and revel in the feeling of grass between my toes and cool bay breezes over my arms and across my face.  You could stay, you could leave.  Pretentious of me to think you'd want to, but I guess in the end it's all the same to me.  Time to fly now, time to fly... on to the next green grass blue eyed tongue twisted adventure.  Maybe someday I'll be back through to see you.