When I’ve been drinking
I can float on a cloud,
Dive into the sea,
Climb every hill top and swing from a tree.
I can run like a sprinter and jump like a roo.
My powers are awesome – oh were it but true?
Reality is – I am 63
Weak in the back
And bent at the knee
But courage will take me
Through this impasse
I’ll be so alive
I’ll be running through grass
Nothing will stop me, once I am dry
I truly believe that’s not pie in the sky