i need to get a little taller, to find my way over your head
oh, the air is thin, better take a deep breath
you think i need to get a little thinner, i think that’s all too clear
oh, the air is thin, better take a deep breath
this world just got a little older, i think that’s nothin’ new
oh, the air is thin, better take a deep breath
yeah, my head is gettin smaller, sky’s gettin bigger instead
my city gets simpler, our pain and our problems just little toys
our houses all floats in the river,
and we’re all so small, we’re just little girls and boys
better drink it up my dear, oh there ain’t much left
the air is thin
you clear it all up with a skinner, and i can just disappear
this bad spell could be a blessing.
could we take this fear, roll it up in a ball?
spin it into a window dressing? admire it when it’s hangin’ on the wall?
better drink it up my dear, oh there ain’t much left
the air is thin
but my new one’s a little bolder, might be bold enough for you
we’re both walkin’ down this highway.
maybe you can travel the world alone; you say, “get out of my way,”
but you can’t run when you’re trippin on the same old stones.
better drink it up my dear, oh there ain’t much left
the air is thin, you better drink it up
© 2002 c holford