Little Balloon

Little Balloon - Jenny & Tyler

Little balloon goes flying in the air

Little balloon come on down from there

My skirt is trailing in the dirt below

I follow close still my breath starts to go

Evergreen trees

Raise their voices one

Branches wide offering their love

I try to climb

I want to touch the stars

Sap in my hair

I don't make it far

Always how my story ends feels like

I'm slipping from Your hand

Try and try time and time again

I want to hold on hope I can

Grassy hills far as I can see

Running fast through a sea of green

I trip and fall my face meets the ground

Gently weeping waiting to be found

Always how my story ends

Feels like I'm slipping from Your hand

Try and try time and time again

I want to hold on hope I can

No one is able to steal what is in Your hands

No one is able to steal what is in Your hands

No one is able to steal what is in Your hands

No one is able to steal what is in Your hands

Always how my story ends feels like

I'm slipping from Your hand

Try and try time and time again

Try and try time and time again

Try and try time and time again

I want to hold on hope I can