What I'm Doing RIght

I don't know what I'm doing right
But in the brightest sky of summer light
You're the only thing the world can see

Riding every tempered breeze
A splintered morning's grand trapeze
And all the people see you as you please

And you laugh
But there's no joke
It makes you laugh even harder

You don't have any slight of hand
Except to make a wish and reap command
You could walk a smile in anybody's shoes

And as the day just closes in
You never fail to find a second wind
Just unaware you've always been the muse

And you burst
But there's no star
It makes you fly, even farther

*Maybe I was always supposed to be this old
I'll forever have your hand in mine to walk across the road
(I don't know what I'm doing right)

Riding every tempered breeze
A splintered morning's grand trapeze
And all the people see you as you please

And you laugh
But there's no joke
It makes you laugh even harder

And you burst
But there's no star
It makes you fly, even farther

*Maybe I was always supposed to be this old
I'll forever have your hand in mine to walk across the road
I don't know what I'm doing right