I bury myself in the leaves to sleep The sun so strong and rage so deep I keep waking to find I've been dreaming again And the sound of the ocean is not a plane And far away they talk about me In newspaper columns they write about me round dinner tables and cocktail parties I'm a heroine and a tragic figure I'm a heroine as I'm lying here Beneath my sky And sometimes Sometimes I cry Sometimes Sometimes I wonder Why we're always coming down And why we need to touch the ground And why I didn't keep on heading right on up to heaven I miss my sky Here from below the clouds are shadows Not the golden mountains I used to fly through Here from below the sky?s a painting In a child's room with the future waiting But not for me I look up at the birds flying overhead My sentinel's true but the signals dead It's been 500 days of hope and sorrow 500 nights with no tomorrow And the poetry and the best of me And the heart and the spirit and the sex of me All fell into the azure sea In the tailspin with the last of me And my wings, and my song, all that I knew is dead and gone I'm weak and tired but my will is strong And my hope lives on, my hope lives onS But sometimes Sometimes I cry Sometimes Sometimes I wonder Why we're always coming down Why we need to touch the ground Why I didn't keep on heading Right on up to heaven I miss my sky I miss my sky