Hooked up, to air currents, Floating higher than high, Not too far from being spaced, Above the clouds, Blue sky turns a blacker shade. I can see stars, Way up here, I am closer to the sun. I bask in it's glow, As it empowers me, Flying solo. The air seems cleaner, I can breathe, No smog to cloud the beauty, I believe, in anything, Miracles can happen, If you let them, The sky's the limit, When you're gliding and soaring in it. I can see stars, Way up here, I am closer to the sun. I bask in it's glow, As it empowers me, Flying solo. Am I a bird? A plane? A whirlwind, Or hurricane? An eagle whose wings beat, And bring the rain. There's nothing like it, Nothing compares, To becoming one with the air. I can see stars, Way up here, I am closer to the sun. I bask in it's glow, As it empowers me, Flying solo.
