Little balloon goes flying in the air Little balloon come on down from there My skirt is trailing in the dirt below I follow close, still my breath starts to go Evergreen trees, raise their voices, one Branches wide, offering their love I try to climb, I want to touch the stars Sap in my hair, I don't make it far Always how my story ends, feels like I'm slipping from Your hand Try and try, time and time again I want to hold on, hope I can Gra**y hills, far as I can see Running fast, through a sea of green I trip and fall my face meets the ground Gently weeping, waiting to be found Always how my story ends, feels like I'm slipping from Your hand Try and try, time and time again I want to hold on, hope I can No one is able to steal what is in Your hands No one is able to steal what is in Your hands No one is able to steal what is in Your hands No one is able to steal what is in Your hands Always how my story ends, feels like I'm slipping from Your hand Try and try, time and time again Try and try, time and time again Try and try, time and time again I want to hold on, hope I can