I want to ride a spaceship. I want to catch the stars. I want to solve all mysteries And find out who we are. I want long conversations Where you talk about mythology, and how You're going to take good care of me And never let me down. I'm fumbling like an Armstrong on the moon. It's a small step for a man so We might as well take two A child who takes its first step towards you. He might as well take two. Cause in the end it isn't gravity..." That tugs and pull me. It's not eternity or black coffee That drugs and fills med Sometimes the gods must smile, Relieved ansatisfied When we glide ALMOST GRACEFULLY Through life. I want to lie in silence Beside you in the night. I want to spend my weekends Behind you on your bike. I want to have your children And even be your wife. I want to understand this enigma We've called life. I'm fumbling... Cause in the end... "Sometimes the gods must smile-those Rare "sometimes" Where we glide almost wisely by.