Ranged Rover

Pull me down
And the wool over my eyes
Will sing of sweeter mercies
That have been undone
As we float apart
In the raging river
Tell me if I ever
Was someone
At all

Fly me a kite
Over the ocean
Handed down softly
From father to son
Like a bagpipe dream
Drifting down on the breeze
Surely the clouds only
Hide the sun