Feet on the ground head in the clouds Try to get by without tripping Mind alone but heart with the crowds Of us hanging on though slipping Solidarity anyway Then such human propinquity As once there was and still might be When the balance might be tipping Where I want to be happy now The way you do and we agree That we are all we know of how Tomorrow might come back today Head in the clouds but I can see We look like tomorrow to me +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXI