From somewhere behind him, deep in the woods, the boy heard some shouting And striping the trees all around him, a flickering light cast long shadows, bowing He froze in his tracks, should he run? Should he call out? Or perhaps he should hide Outside his small town, he could not be sure that people were kind But then the voice of his sister cut through the night, and then another sister, and another And then his father called his name And he ran toward the lanterns, relieved but ashamed And as he burst from the trees into his father's arms He saw the old mill a few yards from his farm ♪ I finally hit a wall Flat and black, smooth as glass High or low, I could not pass At the very end of the very last inch, I was stopped All at once from down below A rumbling came up through my throat I tried to keep it down inside I don't know why I'm so polite, oh, lord ♪ I burped so long and hard The big black wall just cracked apart And with a gaseous force, I started to spin back to where I had come from Surrounded by broken bits of black wall I reached out and caught one, positioned myself on it Just like an egg on a biscuit, I rode that new sky piece Down through the clouds as I aimed for the field by the side of my house Blazed it