How goes it now I'm round your wrist
Who knows just how much higher and
if I could go but a string ties me to you
You're like a child I'm like a balloon

I never said I'm not quiet or cold
Or full of myself and hard to hold onto
Or floating away at the sound of some warning bell
Like I just might pop if you love me too well

Up and away the way most balloons go
Riding around in the sky on my own it'd never do
Better to be on the ground I believe
If you are the one there with me

You are an angel and I'm a cartoon
A colored-in outline of somebody who
Wants to come down and stay tied right to you
You are a fine boy I'm just a balloon