I'm home alone tonight.
Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind aflight. I think I was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly
possible...with you. So I call you on the tin can phone. We rendezvous at a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone. I think I've found a way for you and I to finally fly free.
When we get there, we're gonna fly so far away. Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity.