Weather Balloon - Frankel

Are we just taking up space

And hanging low on the vine?

Dreaming up something brilliant to say

Or at least pass the time anyway

So cheers to success

We’d never expect to warm up our cold hands and toes

And here’s to excess and why I suspect

We’ll float in the sky like a weather baloon

Trapping thoughts in a butterfly net

And writing them down so we don’t forget

It seens only fair if you can think it up

Celebrate with a paper cup

So cheers to success

We’d never expect to warm up our cold hands and toes

And here’s to excess and why I suspect

We’ll float in the sky like a weather baloon