In the sea on a skip On the dirt ground Or the flip side of our aspirations And shatterable hearts Tonight it starts When we launch into the air Who knows where it lands In fifty flowers Or fifty years With a pair of reddened eyes Or two pairs of broken ears Old souvenirs And silver hair No don't tell me where it lands What will you call me when our time is through? Will you live beyond me Or will I look after you? Who's to say? Why should we care in the morning of our day? Now we've launched into the air There's no telling where it lands