The skydiver

Sitting on the big lawn Blue party dress on Ice is in the cooler I'm feeling cooler I'm allergic to this place Everybody's eyes on Above the horizon Flurry of motion as the parachute begins his slow descent Light slips beneath the trees He lights on ground Tumbles, no one makes a sound The parachute billows down I don't wanna be a skydiver I don't wanna be the one only one that's really moving I don't wanna be a skydiver anymore Anymore