Little

Climbing out of the sky a man who
could fly and a painting anyone could play.
It's a comic book crush that taught you to trust.
Staring out of the stands at a rock n roll band
and a hero no one else could save,
it was never much but it's all that you gave.

And I wonder if you wonder,
or did your stars finally explode?
Did the thunder pull you underneath the haze?
I'm amazed, than I let go.

Little minds let little games burn big old dreams
with little flames, and you don't think I understand.
Little holes in parachutes won't leave you falling,
if they do, it's because you want to land.
Climbing out of his chair to fix the
T.V. glare is a man but no one knows he's there.

It's a Dramamine dream that kept them alive but lost.
She's got her plastic friends and a brand new Benz
and she laughs, “Hell, sometimes life ain't fair”
It's a comic book crush that got them nowhere.

These elevator doors are closing
again you leave before I planned.
I taste you walking down the hall.
You left your perfume on the nightstand.