Sit and stare inside your reflection
It smells so sweet you are gonna fly.
But you know it can't go on forever...
But you don't mind if you die.
You sit and think someone's going to come walking through that door. But I can tell you no one even knows you are there. You try and speak, but figure "what the hell." And you don't mind if you've broken the spell. Come on home little Johnny, Mom and Pop they are calling to you. We keep on reaching for you...you mean more to us than you mean to you.
You fly so high, just like a bird that's free. But then one night you came down. Your broken wing ain't gonna fly no more...you hit the ground...Come on home.