From an island, to the Tetons To the day that came before Drifting is a simple thing to do To dance across the treetops with Reflections in a spoon In black and white or color A step toward the craters on The surface of the moon Radon Balloon In dreams he flies a tiny raft in a broken sky Radon Balloon Saw the sun in a chase to be With the chosen one Radon Balloon Swung through town on a piece of twine Radon Balloon Disappeared a thousand times Radon Balloon.