[05:42.00]作曲 : Williams
[05:42.00]Rusted wingspan
[05:42.00]frustrated thrower
[05:42.00]basting on the tarmac
[05:42.00]could we move any slower
[05:42.00]SeaTac to Dulles
[05:42.00]Richmond to Reno
[05:42.00]smooth ride rental
[05:42.00]no time for Keno
[05:42.00]*I can see through the clouds
[05:42.00]right to the ground
[05:42.00]different shapes and textures
[05:42.00]deep greens and light browns
[05:42.00]cities of mystery
[05:42.00]mountains of wonder
[05:42.00]staying clear of all the lightning
[05:42.00]and above all.......the thunder*
[05:42.00]Busted book binding
[05:42.00]flopping around
[05:42.00]choppy turbulence
[05:42.00]flying waitress's are asked to sit down
[05:42.00]gradual decent
[05:42.00]we should be down soon
[05:42.00]take in the view
[05:42.00]of being closer to the moon
[05:42.00]*chorus*
[05:42.00]Well the mile high club still exists
[05:42.00]as two people disappear
[05:42.00]and the little baby disapproves
[05:42.00]and screams out loud
[05:42.00]so the whole plane can hear
[05:42.00]in incoherrent baby talk
[05:42.00]at the top of her baby lungs
[05:42.00]and I close my eyes
[05:42.00]absorb my chair just like
[05:42.00]water to a sponge
[05:42.00]My brain is like a drummer
[05:42.00]trying to hold a groove
[05:42.00]keeping time to time zone
[05:42.00]my brain constantly on the move
[05:42.00]I think of your face
[05:42.00]and long for that sound
[05:42.00]not the drummer keeping the pace
[05:42.00]but the wheels hitting the ground
[05:42.00]*chorus*
[05:42.00]I'm flying...