The Shape Of A Perfect Arc

I want to rise and set like the sun and moon,
Not to late but not to soon,
Like a shooting star in the dark,
Whole life lived with an open heart,
Like a ball that's hit out of the park,
In the shape of a perfect arc.

I want to be a start from an ancient tree,
Growing up and down gratefully.
Like a wave lifting up out of the sea,
In the shape of a perfect arc,
In the shape of a perfect arc.

I believe in things unseen,
What's here and there and in-between.
I believe in things yet unsaid,
Like the coat that hangs on a wooden peg,
Like a bow that waits in a thunder head,
In the shape of a perfect arc.

I want to be a start from an ancient tree,
Growing up and down gratefully.
Like a wave lifting up out of the sea,
In the shape of a perfect arc,
In the shape of a perfect arc.

I want to open my arms and breathe,
Forgive the street that skinned my knees,
Like a dolphin leaping out of the sea,

I hope I set like the moon and sun,
With no hard feelings for anyone,
Like incense smoke drifting up,
A dam that breaks with a little luck,
Like light that's poured from cup to cup,
In the shape of a perfect arc.

I want to be a start from an ancient tree,
Growing up and down gratefully.
Like a wave lifting up out of the sea,
In the shape of a perfect arc,
In the shape of a perfect arc.
In the shape of a perfect arc.