Walking with your head in the clouds
The little boy has grown old and tall
Hey, you up there! Do you hear me clearly?
It's me, remember? I guess not
Well, I've got a question for you
How can a man of your size grow bad?
Hear me out, just this time
I've wanted to say this for a while
I know that you know, that I know what I know
But does it make a difference?
No, you won't change
Careful where you put your feet
Or you'll step on someone smaller than you
Maybe a little boy who became a man
Maybe a little man just like you
But who remembers those days now, anyway?
And who could care about it?
Well, not anybody like you, apparently, but
Maybe someone just like me
