Still Frames

Terra Firma

I have both feet on the ground
Truth is, I'm nowhere-bound
Stealthy trains that hush in the night
Carry my doubts,
My fancies and flights
Oh what was it that made me fly?
Did it stop, or pass me by?
Now i'm down, down with empty
The moving tracks and wind a-plenty
When you first land, land real softly
Next you stand, brush it off lightly
He said take it in and take it slow
The Whys and Hows are just for show
Pushing weights round and round
I've got both feet on the ground.