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 till my breath starts to go

Evergreen trees raise their voice as 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

Grassy 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

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