One more chancento test the neighborhood watch.nAre they really watching me?nOr did they buy na shiny blue sign nto scare me off?nnOne more day nto walk down to the parknto study fire ants,nand making noise nwith a branch non a chain link fence.nIts days like thesenI tore my jeansnand skinned my knees nand thought the world would endnalong with my life, nalong with my life.nnBut I'm only 10,nI can't begin to comprehendna thing like bated breathnor a 9 to 5, nor a 9 to 5, nor a 9 to 5.nnone more night nto ride around this townni think i own it nowni think i've lived here long enough to own it now.nnone last look nbefore I leave the groundnI'm floating higher nownwhen i let go,nlook out below,nI'll hit the cloudsnwithout a soundnand call them home.nnIts nights like thisnI used to wish,nmy T.V. dish nwas not the only onenwho saw the stars,nwho saw the stars.nBut I can't see throughnsmoke and smog and space debrisnso i'll just have to benpatient and calm,npatient and calm,npatient and calm.n