His hands hide inside a sleeve
   and little feet play with the ground beneath him
   while up in the sky is where he wants to be
  
   Time will fly
   and the wind plays with him
   the night will give him its charm
  
   While he walks home
   his head's up in a cloud
   he feels his pores fill up with fresh air
   and there is no doubt
   that one day he will be
   where the eye of his telescope has already been
  
   Night will pass
   but he's a lot faster
   no one can do him any harm