(This reads to me like a folk song)

As the sun melts the blues of today

And the fire of the sunset burns away

Twenty-four hours of time done and spent

I blink, and suddenly the day’s gone and went

Inky night approaches by and by

Sometimes you’ve got to lose your footing to fly

28,000 more will come

Just counting down until I’m home

Yet the midnight sits so bleak and dreary

And every night my bones get more weary

And each calendar day rips off in turn

Maybe some day my sorry soul will learn

The morn’ approaches by and by

Sometimes you’ve got to lose your footing to fly

The clock says I ha’nt got much time left

If I don’t change my hasty ways of stress

Ever so often I fall back down

But I’ll get back up and brush off the ground

So I say once more if I have some sense

Someday the weather will bring effulgence

The day hath come, filled the sky

Sometimes you’ve got to lose your footing to fly

Sometimes you’ve got to lose your footing to fly