Going Upstairs

There's someone saying that he's found

both streets of gold and higher ground

but all I see is empty air.

That's not where I want to be bound

going upstairs.

A woman with her eyes afire,

free as the birds up on the wire

but something's tangled in her hair,

she says that she can take me higher

going upstairs.

I know the feel of flying stuff

when smoke and blues come off the cuff

but even though such times are rare

they still don't take me high enough

going upstairs.

Below the clouds a flock of birds,

a message in unspoken words.

I don't see why I have to care.

From here the meaning is obscured

going upstairs.

You look and turn your head around

but you're still stuck back on the ground.

You'd find me but you don't know where.

From way up there I'm looking down

going upstairs.

The rough cut video was posted on YouTube on YouTube 4/22/12 - click here to watch that video.