Landing (R. Gerritsen) 1969 Eight Miles High

When daylight and nighttime feel the same
It’s time for your mind to play a game
Close all your eyes and touch the air
Reach for a hand that must be there

You know how it fools you and you know how it is
To be one of those people who don’t know what they miss
You can hide away from reality, but you can’t escape

Yesterday I felt it and the first thing I thought, never let go
I held it as close as I could, when it didn’t grow like it should
And then after hours I opened my head
I found myself back on the floor near my bed
Nothing had changed, it was all the same again, the same again

When daylight and nighttime feel the same
It’s time for your mind to play a game
Close all your eyes and touch the air
Reach for a hand that must be there

You know how it fools you and you know how it is
To be one of those people who don’t know what they miss
You can hide away from reality, but you can’t escape