Flying Without a License

My favorite policeman
Is always on the move
Lost in a sea of madness
Coming through the show
My favorite grocer knows
The pride of cantaloupe
The fight of heaven
In his optimistic ties

Beneath the white umbrella
He hears an angel
It whispers, "You're on the wrong
Side of the sky"
Repeat yourself to no avail

Extra terrestrial
In sky blue uniform
Like something honest
You're a credit with the storm
It burns a monkey vision
Out from inside
Trapped in the flat screen in our mind
You can't fly
You can't fly