From an island, in the Tetons,
To the day that came before
Drifting is a simple thing to do
To dance across the treetops with
Reflections in a spoon
In black or white or color
A step towards the craters on
The surface of the moon
Radon Balloon
In dreams he flies in a tiny raft in a broken sky
Radon Balloon
Saw the sun in a chase to be
With the chosen one
Radon Balloon
Swung through town on a piece of twine
Radon Balloon
Disappeared a thousand times
Radon Balloon
