I've spent so much time above the earth, thinking about life and each man's worth, how can one person be worth more than a thousand people knocking on his door, still the motion of your hair, well that could take me anywhere because you're happier than I, please don't say goodbye.

then I get off the plane, a thousand thoughts flashing through my brain, like I am really here at all, and I will see her again, if I do will it be the same, and am I really here at all?

the kooks