Sitting, wondering what it could be like
If I, one day, could learn how to fly
I'd rise and soar with my wings open
Conversation makes me weary sometimes
All the small talk and postcard-speak in riddles and rhymes
What if I could deal with my hand open?
Open to a dream
Open to this day
Open to a better, better way
Try too hard sometimes to figure it out
What the grand scheme of life is all about
Is it all a masquerade or all that I've been hoping?
Perhaps the answer lies in keeping my mind open...
Open to a dream
Open to this day
Open to a better, better way
When I've done all I possibly can
To comprehend and to understand
What "truth" is and where this all is going
Perhaps the mind can never really know
So get off the train and just let go
And feel what is real
With my heart...
Open
Keep my mind open
And deal with my hand open, open
You know the only way to soar
You know the only way to soar
You know the only way to soar
Is to spread your wings wide open