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 â€