you think that it's supposed to be
a stairway to the stars
a stately march up to perfection
you pause on the landing
to pose for a photo
in a silk chiffon dress
to capture his first steps
there's a banquet with a plaque
a square cardboard hat

but you and I have come to find
we've abandoned the ladder
forsaken the order
we're approaching september
with a strong memory of the smell of spring

you and I have come to find
that some were never meant to climb
some were built to fly
fly

some prefer to fly

far from falling into the soft blue glowing coma
far from sinking into the deep death of the sofa
we go out dancing
wearing our mistakes
shiny scarlet ribbons
wrapped around our waists
wrapped around our wrists
wrapped around our necks

oh we've sworn a holy oath
we're all in this alone
just you and I
side by side with all of those
who've abandoned the ladder
forsaken the order
approaching september
with a strong memory of the smell of spring

you and I have come to find
that some were never meant to climb
some were built to fly
fly