i start up in the north, i grow from special seed
i sprinkle it with sensibility
from french and hungarian snow
i linger in the sprouting until my engine's full
then i move across the sea
to european bliss, to language of poets
as i cut the cord of home, i kiss my mothers's mother
look tho the horizon
wide eyed, new ground
humbled by my new surroundings
i am a citizen of the planet
my president is kwan yin
my frontier is on an airplane
my prisons, homes for rehabilitating
then i flay back to my rest
i fly back with my nucklear
but everything is different
so i wait
my yearn for home is broadened
patriotism expanded by callings from beyond
so i pack my things, nothing precious
all things sacred
i am a citizen of the planet
my laws ara all of attraction
my punishments are consepuences
separating from source the original sin
a am a citizen of the planet
democracy's kids are sovereign
where the teachers are the sages
and pedestals fill with every parent
and so, the next few years are blurry
the next decade's a flurry of smells and tastes unknown
threads sewn straight through this fabric
through fields of every color, one culture to another
i come alive and i get giddy
i am taken an globally naturalized
i am a citizen of the planet from simple roots through high vision
i am guarded by the angels
my body guides the direction i go in
i am a citizen of the planet
my favorite pastime edge stretching
besotten with human cndition
these ideals are borne from my deepest within
