 Look away, the gold of meditation This chapter's gonna be a close one Smoke rings, I know you're gonna blow one All on a spaceship persevering Use my hands for everything we're fearing Can't stop the spirits when they need you Mom's up to help me when they need you J-Box, top flyers in the treetop Footstep, blow the meeting in the leap The world I love, the tears I drop To be part of the wave