Thunder rumbles in the distance, a quiet intensity I am willful, your insistence is tugging at the best of me You're the moon, I'm the water You're Mars, calling up Neptune's daughter Sometimes rain that's needed falls We float like two lovers in a painting by Chagall All around is sky and blue town Holding these flowers for a wedding gown We live so high above the ground, satellites surround us. I am humbled in this city There seems to be an endless sea of people like us Wakeful dreamers, I pass them on the sunlit streets In our rooms filled with laughter We make hope from every small disaster Everybody says "you can't, you can't, you can't, don't try." Still everybody says that if they had the chance they'd fly like we do.