Oh the places we’ll go From the tops of the trees See beyond what we know I will shed the limbs I lack Now the spirit moves And it’s gonna come back Whispering so can hear it Appearances are a flower in the hat Kites we build from Feathers we find Glide to where our feet won’t take us Oh caress my back In the equation of a simple map I was alone disallusionally Seeing a companion sitting next to me Whispering so can hear it Appearances are a flower in the hat Kites we build from Feathers we find Glide to where our feet won’t take us Oh the places we’ll go Oh we don’t actually know