Got myself a mission 
I'm going to find heaven 
I made crepe paper wings 
I think they'll carry me well 

I left you a love poem 
The best I have written 
My favorite words 
Were the ones I couldn't spell 

They say I'm a lunatic 
They say I'm a fool of it 
I say that it's worth dreaming 
Just for the dream of it 

It's all about passion 
It's all about preception 
Don't call me on my cell phone 
Cause there ain't no reception 
When I'm gone 

When I'm gone 

I think I'm growing feathers 
But I'm not sure of it 
Because I started getting dizzy 
About a hundred feet up 

I made friends with the clouds 
I made friends with the birds 
If you as a goose a question 
He never shuts up 

Honestly I miss you 
And I hope that you're missing me 
Cause I could use your lips on me 
And a little of drammamine 

For the moment I could see 
Way better than I've ever seen 
Don't sell my stuff on ebay 
Because I might be back 
Before I'm gone 

Before I'm gone 

I'm not the kind of man 
Who's into looking downwards 
I've drank my share of pity 
From the bartenders cup 

There's so many people 
Wondering what's the right direction 
As far as I'm concerned 
There's only one way up 

And my fingers they are blisters 
And my eyes they are bullet holes 
My heart is still beating 
Guess I'm pretty lucky 

Pretty lucky 

Pretty lucky 

Pretty lucky 

(When I'm gone) 
Pretty lucky 

(When I'm gone) 
Pretty lucky 

(When I'm gone) 
Pretty lucky 

(When I'm gone) 
Pretty lucky