Hovering in the wind, no direction planned
When will I come down, when will I land
Will I take flight as I’ve done a lot before
Or hover around for yet another encore

Turned around the bend and what did I see
Shimmering water looking at me
Mountains in front of me I remember from before
So, yes, maybe I’ll hover around for another encore

Holding centre court with all my people
Queue already forming, as long as the highest steeple
Adulation everywhere, I sense it from the roar
Definitely a good idea for another encore

Lived life in the fast lane, travelled all the world
Saw no need to settle down, always got the girl
When it got too heavy, when she wanted more
Just packed my well used travel bag and no encore

Signed pieces of paper, if anybody asked
Always found it easy, never an arduous task
Photographs taken in all those superstores
Starting to get tired of yet another encore

Been doing a lot of thinking, around whether this will last
Is there still motivation or is it just a thing of the past
Can I find the energy to open the door
For either the largest audience or my final encore