To Serenade a Rainbow

I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.

Sitting on top of the setting sun
Trying to capture at age twenty-one
? beauty’s only skin deep
But love likes to sail when I exhale my lungs.
Fine wines, good times…
To try to be an angel’s pantomime
That’s the ticket but a different definition than the soul defines
Does