Between Ground and Sky

You don’t push me out If I think and doubt You don’t let me lose If I rip the blues You don’t let me fall If I stand too tall But you don’t let me fly If I roll too high I waver at a shelves between wheat and rye And ponder at the gates between You and I Daa-da-da-da... I doubt and I fly between ground and the sky You don’t send me flames If I’m out of frames You don’t let me down Now that I’m crowned clown You don’t let me drop When I stand at top But You don’t let me start If I rock too hard I waver at a shelves between wheat and rye And ponder at a gates between You and I Daa-da-da-da... I doubt and I fly between ground and the sky I waver at a shelves between wheat and rye And ponder at a gates between You and I Daa-da-da-da... I doubt and I fly between ground and the sky