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.