Out of the window there's a scene I seem to have seen each morning
White circles, red squares, I bet you don't see this everywhere
Sure I learn and like and am the things that fill this street
But could you be content knowing each day these moments just repeat
So a thought, a pa**, a plane, a ticket marked with ink by name
A taxi pull, a plastic tray folded upright till we leave the runway
Way above the clouds
Freedom's pure when you don't hold out
Watch the weight of all you've known
Pa** right under where you've flown
And all the things that seemed to matter
Grow much smaller worn and weathered
Final approach, we're going down
Prepare to land on foreign ground
Way above the clouds
Freedom's pure when you don't hold out
Watch the weight of all you've known
Crash and burn somewhere below
Crash and burn without a sound
Off the wing it looks the same till clouds give way
A new domain beckons me to play
A new song, new life, new ways to fly
Grab on, hold tight, It's gonna be a wild ride