Littlefoot Head In The Clouds
Head in the clouds
Both feet on the ground
The air is thinner here
Can you make it home?
It takes all you have left
To brush off the dust from your back
Don't count all your wasted days
Know that it was just a phase
Good intentions tangle
When truth is at an angle
It takes all you have left
To brush off the dust from your back
It takes all you have left to brush off the dust from your past
Sentiments are small when you realize they mean nothing at all
