I set down my fairy tales
I tipped my glass over on the bed
Somehow somebody laughed
Though it was only me and my mess
Somewhere somebody
Sang a pretty little lullaby
I pulled down the window blinds
In the fair face of a tolkien sky
I couldn't sleep tonight
As if I didn't know that 'cause I was there
The last cries of a distant party
Died in the arms of the midnight air
I'm flying backwards
To the beat of my speeding heart
Flying backwards
In the rhythm of my own guitar
It smells like rain and a raspberry bouquet
It smells like my 10 gauge guitar strings I play
And I saw two shooting stars
Collide into this crazy conversation
Guess it's really all we had to say
I'm flying backwards
Doesn't seem to get me very far
I'm flying backwards
And I feel I've already done this part
Already done this part
The rockin' chair teased me
With a clever shadow of somebody called