The next best thing

Here today
Gone tomorrow
Thinking ahead to the next best thing
Living against the grain of the here and now

We never learn
We never let ourselves

Why don't we travel with the wind
And pretend that the branches are waving
Why don't we let ourselves unwind
'Til our hearts begin to sing
Like the kite at the end of its string

We're not sure what this is or why it's here
But we're glad it is
Turn your back and sure enough that thing is gone
For good

Why don't we travel with the wind
And pretend that the branches are waving
Why don't we let ourselves unwind
'Til our hearts begin to sing
Like the kite at the end of its string