D5                A5
Got myself a mission
G5                A5
I'm going to find heaven
D5                A5
I made crepe paper wings
G5                           A5
I think they'll carry me a while

(And just repeat this for the verses)

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

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

It's all about passion
It's all about perception
Don't call me on my cell phone
'Cause there ain't no reception

          D5    A5  G5  A5
When I'm gone
          D5    A5  G5  A5
When I'm gone

I think I'm growing feathers
But I'm not quite sure of it
'Cause I started getting dizzy
About a Hundred feet up

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

And honestly I miss you
And I hope that you're missing me
Cause I could use your lips on me
And a little bit of Dramamine

For the moment I can see
Way better than I've ever seen
Don't sell my stuff on eBay
Cause I might need it back before I'm gone
            D5    A5  G5  A5
Before I'm gone

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

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
But my hearts still beating
Guess I'm pretty lucky

D5  A5   G5      A5
     Pretty lucky

D5  A5   G5      A5
     Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)

Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)

Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)

Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)

And That's it. I'm on a time constraint so you guys will have to use your imaginations 
pretend that the repetitive chords are actually there.

Yea, Cloud Cult absolutely rocks.

-Arlo