Sky is High
I walk alone on a road that's dusty,
there's no tree tht casts a shadow,
the sun's high and it has mercy nigh,
burning me with all his bravado,
one shoe is torn and on the other feet,
there is none,
the smallest shards are trying to daunt me,
up ahead in the distance i see a tavern
i hear the noise and
I smell the joy
the noise of cups
and the smell of wine
it sends a shiver down my parched throat
and the waitress invites me in to join,
but i say i can't and decline,
because i've got an aim
and the aim is sky,
and the sky's still pretty much high!!.