(Chorus)

Trying to reach that higher plane in my mind again
Up where the birds fly
Up where the birds fly
I fall down again
I fall down again

First verse:

Nothing but a butterfly to the billionaire
but he saw the beauty strands like his silver hair
an old man but what's rare is the wise type
so many stumble in the dark never find light
harboring hope & dreams reaching the lime light
ignoring the sun's beam that gleamed the fine life
despite losing his eye sight he's 5 mics perfect
all under the surface, observing the circus
watching the way the mice make their way around the circuit
knowing that when they reach the end they're ate up by the serpent
they say that part of life is how you learn to be a servant
even though that's right you got the right to have a purpose
here we are kneeling to the altar of the free market
spark it til the bees sting louder than three dogs barkin'
til there's really nothing left but the carcass
they call it quiet quitting bullshitting sitting staying in his office, yeah

(Chorus)

Trying to reach that higher plane in my mind again
Up where the birds fly
Up where the birds fly
I fall down again
I fall down again

Second verse:

He should have never left her in the first place
He was in the worst place
Shit, she was born when he had a page on Myspace
couldn't make it work with her mother
fast forward little girl got a baby brother, significant other
finally got a job he's proud of
finally figured out this life's all about love
and when he comes around she remains distant
despite his ongoing visits and persistence
she can't trust him 'cuz she thinks he's inconsistent
she still remembers all the days that she missed him
she'd cry herself to sleep & dream he would return
needless to say it left a scar & a deep burn
so when an older boy vowed that he'd be hers
she threw herself into his arms like the father that she need first
the bees, birds & the butterflies
nature's beauty that you see through a mother's eyes
mother's eyes, yeah

(Chorus)

Don't know where you are
We're worlds apart
...
It's so hard
And in my mind...

Third verse:

So much beauty in the world that we take for granted
so much of our time spent trying to get our feet planted
in the colors vibrant, more than green & blue
when we sit & hear the silence we're witnessing the proof
whether sitting on a stump, or sitting on a stoop
whether underneath the sun, or underneath the moon
children running to the forest like explorers for the truth
only bore 'em with the news, only cure 'em when they choose
(and in my mind...)
oops, making mistakes, breaking bones til they're feeling the blues
when the cloud moves in front of the altitude revealing the mood
when the room is smoked filled, the feeling is so real
detailing the boat sailed, appealing to youth
nearly lost at sea
holding onto every possession like apostrophe
dot your Is, cross your Ts
responsibility respond to the ability
'cuz everybody's searching for a spot to breathe