twenty years ago I rode 

by helicopter to the sky 

I laughed at gravitation 

for a moment I was free 



they say I never landed 

you know they may be right 

it looks better from above 

with some distance in between 



to leave is never easy 

perhaps it shouldn't be 

but return is even harder 

yes return is harder still 



I often dream of flying 

far above the city streets 

I beat my wings and leave 

for Cairo or New York 



I can go to many places 

but there's no one there to meet 

and the sky is a lonely place 

just me and the silent clouds