What a rush, in the air Falling from one frame to another To feel the wind, and pull the cord Weightless and descending Now in the tall grass, under a broken sky I wonder if they’ll ever come looking With a set of lines, and a plume of silk Am I really being honest with myself Caught light, caught light Caught light, caught light Held on tight, for a while Warm when the engine was running I did what I could with what I had Between hard places and disappointment But it’s getting late, and I’m too far in In the strange and unfamiliar Way off course, and all around Are reflections, of reflections, of reflections, of Caught light, caught light Caught light, caught light Caught light, caught light Caught light, caught light Caught light, caught light Caught light, caught light