Quicksand

I wrestle in the quickest sand

Who's got the time to tell me

It's time to fly to foreign land?

No pitch at all to sell me

 

How would you know what's in my tree

No branch alone can hold me

No way for words or silver screens

I am the one and only

 

Did you get what you wanted

All the world to see?

Did you get what you wanted?

Please, say for me

 

I wrestle in the quickest sand

I got the itch for feeling

I travel on, through thick and thin

Til I can touch the ceiling