Got myself a missionnI'm going to find heavennI made crepe paper wingsnI think they'll carry me a whilennI left you a love poemnThe best I have writtennMy favorite words nWere the ones I couldn't spellnnThey say that I'm a lunaticnThey say that I am full of itnI say that it's worth dreaming nJust for the dream of itnnIt's all about passionnIt's all about perceptionnDon't call me on my cell phonen'Cause there ain't no receptionnnWhen I'm gonenWhen I'm gonennI think I'm growing feathersnBut I'm not quite sure of itn'Cause I started getting dizzynAbout a Hundred feet upnnI made friends with the cloudsnI made friends with the birdsnIf you ask a goose a questionnHe never shuts upnnAnd honestly I miss younAnd I hope that you're missing menCause I could use your lips on menAnd a little bit of DramaminennFor the moment I can seenWay better than I've ever seennDon't sell my stuff on eBaynCause I might need it back before I'm gonennBefore I'm gonennI'm not the kind of mannWho's into looking downwardnI've drank my share of pitynFrom the bartender's cupnnSo many peoplenWondering What's the right direction?nAs far as I'm concernednThere's only one way upnnAnd my fingers, they are blistersnAnd my eyes, they are bullet holesnBut my hearts still beatingnGuess I'm pretty luckynnPretty luckynPretty luckyn(When I'm gone)nnPretty luckyn(When I'm gone)nnPretty luckyn(When I'm gone)nnPretty luckyn(When I'm gone)