Let's get away, you say.
Find a better place.
Miles and miles away from the city's race.
Look around for someone flying in the sunshine marking time.
Hear the sighs, close your eyes.
Ba da ba do da da da ba do da da.
Stepping from cloud to cloud,
passing years of light.
Visit the frosty start in a backwood flight.
Soaring realms of visions,
never a meaning hidden there.
Moving birds, airborne glad.
Ba da ba do da da da ba do da da.
Time passes all too soon, how it rushes by.
Now a thousand moons are about to die.
No time to reflect on what was spent on nothing left.
But await dreamers state.
Ba da ba do da da da ba do da da.
Swelling the waters rise up above my head.
Gone are the curling mists,
how they all have fled.
Look,
the door is open,
still,
I don't know why space provided there.