Brian J. N. Davis ✈︎ A Metropolitan Guide

The Balloonist

I am a hot-air balloonist taking folks around
Thirty-five bucks a head, though forty during sunset
I can take you where you want to be, anywhere you choose
I can take you across the countryside; put a little color in the skyline

I can sing with the bluebirds and fly with the doves
Get you a little bit closer to the stars above
But of all the things I'll find I can do
Not a single one's getting me to you

Well, I started out with a day job, straight nine to five
But when the land grew cold and boring, well I turned to the sky
You see there’s very little direction; time is ruled by sun and stars
Not by school clocks and church bells or when people hit the bars

I can fly over mountains, rivers, and plains
Make every day different even if it’s the same
But of all the things I'll find I can do
Not a single one's getting me to you

So whatya’ say my darling, a new life awaits
A little bit of mystery is a whole lot better than chains
We don’t have to travel long, or even wide or far
Realize not knowing where you’re going is often better than where you are