High Places - A Field Guide lyrics

My head was filled with wordless thoughts Perched on a little ledge Home in another world A sea-length from my bed And all around were sailing boats I stowed them in my head A foreign land of welcome sights Familiar as my bed Inside of my eyelid looks the same No matter where my feet are When my head's a mile away It plants me where my feet are Inside of my eyelid looks the same Inside of my eyelid looks the same Inside of my eyelid looks the same No matter where my feet are