Vacation
ERIC HILL JOHNSON
Can you feel the air it moves beneath your feet
You float along ten feet high and six feet deep
As the colors all collide you close your eyes
Calliopes and red balloons are in your mind
Your mind is on vacation from the truth
Your mind is on vacation but your heart is working overtime
As you throw the towel it changes to a shroud
All your expectations seem to drag you down
Floating on the breeze like a kite so high
Telling yourself your liberated as you die
Your mind is on vacation from the truth
Your mind is on vacation but your heart is working overtime
Your mind is on vacation from the truth
Your mind is on vacation but your heart is working overtime
Your heart is working overtime