Flying Backwards

I set down my fairy tales I tipped my glass over on the bed Somehow somebody laughed Though it was only me and my mess Somewhere somebody Sang a pretty little lullaby I pulled down the window blinds In the fair face of a tolkien sky I couldn't sleep tonight As if I didn't know that 'cause I was there The last cries of a distant party Died in the arms of the midnight air I'm flying backwards To the beat of my speeding heart Flying backwards In the rhythm of my own guitar