I want to take the tour they don't talk about in guide books
and get by just on my looks
I'm a little blue bag blowing in the wind
whatever's keeping me up is wearing thin
hanging out in the branches of a tree
way up high no one can reach me now
don't know how it is that i got there
but tearing free i'll take off to the air
I ride the wind
high above the road
wherever I land 
I call home
You can change your name and change your size
you can change the color of your eyes
when the wind picks up you make your way
I'm gonna catch a buzz and chill today
I'm never going back to the grocery store
too many holes to carry your things anymore
Tangled in the wheels of the shopping cart
Always getting lost in the parking lot
one two three four five
flying through the sky
two four five one three
flying feeling free
four five three one two
don't know where I'm going to
five for three two one
flying to the sun
I ride the wind
high above the road
wherever I land 
I call home
Here I go again
don't leave me twisting in the wind
or hanging on a vine
if you see me then 
won't you pick me up some time
cause every now and then
I get a little bit too high
catch a breeze and then
get caught up in the power lines
I ride the wind
high above the road
wherever I land 
I call home