Music in the air

Plucked from the centuries

Presented in the form 

Of a song by you to me

Seagull in the air

Floating on the updraft

See me on the ground

Think i just heard her laugh



Up in the air

Up there, up there, in the air



Twelve floors up 

In the camlin hotel

Man at the piano 

Plays songs for the clientele

Notes mingle out from his mouth

With the alcohol

Floating up to the stars

And circling through them all



Up in the air



Topographic lines 

Come close together 

Imagine the peaks

And the stormy weather

Trees fade to white

And boulders just might

Make an appearance

If the sun shines just right



Up in the air