LYRIC FOR SALE

By Data

I find myself,
Flying out on to this sky
With a clean 'ol bill of health
As I'm reaching for it's light.

And as my mind it sort of melts,
An my ears they sort of bleed,
My nose, it already smells,
That salt that's in the sea.

So when my final helpings kelp
Know their was no telling me.
I'll paraglide to parasols,
An get swept to open seas.

I'll rock climb just to repel,
An fall from heights into those trees.
Now the hikers out smell
That funk an notice me.

Coyotes smiling, with blood,
an chunks of me in their teeth,
But what's a life, but a love,
To take it as far as it can reach.

Cause it could end in a while
Or it could end in a week
But what's a life but a love
To take it as far as it can reach.