From an island, in the Tetons,   To the day that came before   Drifting is a simple thing to do   To dance across the treetops with   Reflections in a spoon   In black or white or color   A step towards the craters on   The surface of the moon   Radon Balloon      In dreams he flies in a tiny raft in a broken sky   Radon Balloon      Saw the sun in a chase to be   With the chosen one   Radon Balloon      Swung through town on a piece of twine   Radon Balloon      Disappeared a thousand times   Radon Balloon