Plane dropped on the ground
From the north side of the sea
It rose, and like a bird, it flew
Soaring, wings spread out
Impossible I know, but mama
I just might be flying
Rising with the winds
Open the windows, and itβs all blue
Iβm high, so high
Plane dropped on the ground
From the north side of the sea
It rose, and like a bird, it flew
Soaring, wings spread out
Impossible I know, but mama
Iβm with the clouds
So rest those wary shoulders
And sing along with this tale Iβm about to tell