Way up in the clouds  Angels don't fly  Big silver birds  Re-writing the sky  Taxi & take off now  I close your eyes  Look out of the window  Watch the ground die  I live all day-to vacate the place-I love-uh huh  I work all day-to leave the way I live-behind  Way down on the ground  People don't fly  But here we at the airport  Like ladybirds in July  Just like back home  I wish that you were here  If I had a cellular phone  I'd drown it in my beer  I was once like you  Dreaming you were me  Locked inside your pretty head  Wishing I was free  But I was so different then  And you were roughly the same  Love was in your pretty head  And sex was on my brain