I could be the flag bragging red, white and blue hanging overt and unnecessary On a pole above the car dealership in your home town I could be the airplane Flying 10,000 feet above the ground Skipping on the wind like children on the playground pavement I could be the seat cushion you cling to when you crash Reincarnation Doesn’t seem half bad a plan, a plan I could be the push pin Stuck in the corkboard holding up a picture from your youth I could be a bedspread draped cautiously collecting dust in the guest room Reincarnation Doesn’t seem half bad a plan, a plan So we speak our peace and wipe our noses We dig the holes and carve the tombstones Offering comfort in a hand on shoulder Still no one knows now, where he will go I could be the worm in the apple I could be the axe that chopped the cherry tree I could be the glass of water on your bed side table I could be any person place or thing you make of me Reincarnation Doesn’t seem half bad a plan, a plan Reincarnation Make me anything you can