What did it mean to fly   A tremor in your soul   To resist the dull existence of gravity   Upward bound, trees fly   Two meadows and a fields   And the border is a simple line of hills   Ah, didja come uncoiled   Between heavens and the earth   Whispered nonsense into your radio   Now afternoons you seldom move   Grounded to a little bit of earth   And, after all, time barely crawls   Unoccupied, between each breath it sticks   What did it mean to fly   When you were bound to the earth   A release from the humid press of days   Now afternoons it hardly moves   I wonder how you make it through each day   And, after all, time barely crawls   Unoccupied, between each breath it sticks   What did it mean to fly   A tremor in your soul   To resist the dull existence of gravity   What did it mean to you   An early chat with death   To pull your body for a moment from your soul