The little airplanes of the heart with their brave little propellers What can they do against the winds of darkness even as butterflies are beaten back by hurricanes yet do not die They lie in wait wherever they can hide and hang their fine wings folded and when the killer-wind dies they flutter forth again into the new-blown light live as leaves

It's not that she walked away Her world got smaller All the usual places The same destinations Only something's changed.

It's not that she wasn't rewarded With pomegranate afternoons And Mingus, Chet Baker and chess It's not stampede and fortune Of prim affectations She's off on a riot(?) And she knows now Is greater than the whole Of the past Is greater and now she knows

She just wants to be somewhere She just wants to be. She just wants to be somewhere She just wants to be.

It's not that the transparency Of her earlier incarnations Now looked back on Were rich and loaded With beautiful vulnerability But now she knows Now is greater And she knows that.

She just wants to be somewhere She just wants to be She just wants to be somewhere She just wants to be.

Now is greater Now is greater And she knows that.

She just wants to be somewhere She just wants to be. She just wants to be somewhere She just wants to be.

She just wants to be somewhere She just wants to be. She just wants to be somewhere She just wants to be.

It's not like if angels Could truly look down Stir up the trappings A light on the ground Remind us of what, when, why or who The how's up to us Me and you And now is greater than the whole Of the past Is greater and now she knows that.

Now she knows.