October 2nd, 1954 Silver wheels roll her right out of the door And they all tip their hats They nod their goodbyes A straight-armed salute as she goes
We'll skip in her wake And dance on the heels Of things we're not yet meant to know or to feel and we'll ring 'round the marigolds Trample the earthen soil Waiting to hear some word from somebody who knows
She said I'll write you a letter, I'll fold it just so Send it down from the heavens To where you are standing below With the others all circled around 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 little pieces I hope to be found
And they'll whisper behind the curtains Things surely I'm not meant to hear But walls they will talk as I lie up in bed With my eyes shooting question marks Up at the ceiling
But she said "Darlin' I'm fine, I'm just floating up high O'er the fangs of the earth, a balloon in the sky! And oh it's so magical, marvelous, fantastical - Lightning may strike me, I'll fall back down into your arms"
We'll wait in the dark, Watch the moon fall, Straining ten eyes to catch a glimpse Of her in that yellow ball Dancing silently among the stars But we can't see, we can't see, We can't see, she's gotten too far