Danielle Ate the Sandwich Follow

I could be the flag
bragging red, white and blue
hanging overt and unnecessary
On a pole above the car dealership in your home town

I could be the airplane
Flying 10,000 feet above the ground
Skipping on the wind like children on the playground pavement
I could be the seat cushion you cling to when you crash

Reincarnation
Doesn't seem half bad a plan, a plan

I could be the push pin
Stuck in the corkboard holding up a picture from your youth
I could be a bedspread
draped cautiously collecting dust in the guest room

Reincarnation
Doesn't seem half bad a plan, a plan

So we speak our peace and wipe our noses
We dig the holes and carve the tombstones
Offering comfort in a hand on shoulder
Still no one knows now, where he will go

I could be the worm in the apple
I could be the axe that chopped the cherry tree
I could be the glass of water on your bed side table
I could be any person place or thing you make of me

Reincarnation
Doesn't seem half bad a plan, a plan
Reincarnation
Make me anything you can