R.e.m. The Lifting

Grounded, 5 A.M.

the nitelite is comforting,

but gravity is holding you.

Once settled into sleep

you have watched, on repeat,

the story of your life

across the ceiling;

and in review,

You've said the air was singing

It's calling you, you don't believe

these things you've never seen

"Good morning, and how are you?

The weather's fine, the sky is blue -

it's perfect for our seminar..."

"Now close your eyes,

and start to breathe.

Allow the noise to recede...

...allow yourself to drift and fly away."

But you just stay.

You've said the air was singing

It's calling you, you don't believe

these things you've never seen, never dreamed.

Did you hear these voices calling

Did you hear these voices calling

Did you hear these voices calling, here

Locked into the conference room,

"We're only what our minds assume..."

and rationale is leaving you.

This conceit, these systems of belief,

your counselor agrees,

"You've always marked these boundaries, now you're free..."

and with relief.

You've said the air was singing

It's calling you, you don't believe

these things you've never seen, never heard, never dreamed.

You've said the air was singing

It's calling you, you don't believe

these things you've never seen

Never, never, never.

Once you had a dream

of oceans, and sunken cities;

memories of things you've never known

and you have never known.