Waiting For The Sky To Fall: Matraca Berg. Written by Matraca Berg and Wendy Waldman. (© Patrick Joseph Music/Maria Belle Music/Warner- Tamerlane Publishing.) From "The Speed Of Grace", © 1993, BMG. There's a firefly in love with a distant star, Looking longingly up through the atmosphere. Tiny beacon flies, finds his wings too soon. I watch him make his way, blinded by the moon. I want to believe that the wind would know where to take me. I want to believe that a dream could get me by. But I'm just waiting here for you; Waiting for the sky to fall; to fall. You're so far away, on the edge of the universe, A galaxy swirling across the room. Tell me, is it cold out there? Is there air for me? Would you even care, if I could not breathe? I want to believe that the wind would know where to take me, I want to believe that a dream could get me by. But I'm just waiting here for you, Waiting for the sky, waiting here for you; Waiting for the sky to fall, to fall. The laws of gravity cannot tie down my soul, How long can I hold on before I let you go? I want to believe that the wind would know where to take me. I want to believe that a dream could get me by. But I'm just waiting here for you, Waiting for the sky, waiting here for you; Waiting for the sky to fall. (Waiting for the sky to fall) Wanna believe, To fade.