While we were together
They painted the sky
I looked out and saw
A Michelangelo
And when I saw in my chair
It smiled

I wondered
Can I walk down the street
With my earlobes dancing
I might be arrested

Dressing was difficult
Clothes would not come on
My coat tightened
The shoes were hiding

I started to walk
My head in a cloud of you
I fly like a drunken pilot