Left my mark on hundreds of places,
But it’s not my feet who touch the ground.
It’s not that I haven’t gotten around,
Yet I wish I’ve felt the tracks I’ve landed,
Or the influences I’ve made.
One mere traveler on the path of life,
And just one more explorer on the road of New.
Who could have guessed how far we’d go?
Or how long it’d take us to know-
Know the feeling of flying up and away-
Away from home and find somewhere now within a day.
Now I’m here high above the street
Peering out into a brand new jungle….