Skimmin' the tops of tall trees. Through the clear light of free speech. A sudden memory disease. Claims the air all around me. I'm gettin' lost in the slipstream. Maybe relive the same dream. Of comin' in from the cold. And losin' half of my soul. Memory disease. Across United States. That I had told the truth. Feel so high. Architectural. I look to the skies. To see our bodies. They were rising up. Out of the paper cup. A sea change is due. I don't seem to (?) you. Touchdown on the new mason-dixon. Line-up map was ripped and torn. Jilted frame with all hope gone. And I don't mind if you sing a differnet song. Sing a different song. Just as long as you sing. Sing along. It's later than it seems [x3]. Time everyone came down(?). It's what you didn't say it's what you didn't say. Don't wanna be a slave. It's what you didn't. Skimmin' the tops of tall trees. Through the clear light of free speech. I'm comin' in for a landing. I've got a soul (sole?) understanding. It all comes down to a word. It's just like nothin' I heard. Over the rainbow in time. Will be one hell of a climb. Eye lights bright. The lights sweep high clear sky. Sky. Reminiscent. Of money in your eye. Unwind. I don't mind if you sing a different song. Sing a different song. Just as long as you sing. Sing along. It's later than it seems. It's later than it seems. It's later than it seems. New ears are listening. It's what you didn't say. It's what you didn't say. Don't wanna be a slave. It's what you didn't say. Nothing to give away