I get my best work done in my sleep
Last night I made a mountain
That would make Olympus weep
Rode up there on a fountain
From a well ten miles deep
Found a fresh new world to live on
One we’ll have the wit to keep
Caught a comet out to Saturn’s rings
Where I had some Titans to meet
Zipped out by Jove to flex my wings
Waxen and weightless and fleet
Showed off my moves to some old dead kings
And headed for the source of things
When I was ready to meet the heat
Takes a lot for wax and strings
To fly away with freedom
Oh you’ve got the wings
But have you got the wisdom?
And if I have hold of one regret
As I tumble back to Earth in confusion
I wish I had laid my bets
Reckoning the power of hydro-fusion
Maybe if we’d weighed the real threats
Of flight by a child of the dungeon
All the dreams we haven’t seen yet
Beyond the reach of resolution
Takes a lot for wax and strings
To fly away with freedom
Oh you’ve got the wings
But have you got the wisdom?
In this game of musical stairs
All is lost if you’re stuck in a chair
The only way out is up in the air
As we contemplate compromising
The fire is below and quickly rising
Take the elevator all the way to the top
When you get there just forget to stop
Oh Icarus, put some sunscreen on your face
There’s no ozone out in outer space
Takes a lot for wax and strings
To fly away with freedom
Oh you’ve got the wings
But have you got the wisdom?