Despite sondheim saying it's not esoteric I disagree. To me it's about the relationship with one's own higher self (you in mid-air), and recognizing that it has always been there, and reveling in the pure joy an
And they call him a carnival clown Well, he's got a parachute And screaming like Geronimo And makes a little hole In the ground He's the kind of logger When the man hollers, timber Got to stop and look Around for the sound He's the kind of artist ...