Written by Tom Waits and Greg Cohen


I'm going straight to the top
Oh yea up where the air is
Fresh and clean
I'm going straight up to the top
If you know me, you know what I mean
I can't let sorrow
Try and pull ol' Frankie down
Live for tomorrow I have found you
I'm going straight up to the top
Up where the air is fresh and clean
I know that I will never stop, oh no
Until I know I'm wild and free
Just like a champagne bubble
Pop pop pop
I'm like those birdies
High up in the trees
I can't let sorrow
Pull ol' Frankie down
Live for tomorrow
I have found you
I'm going straight up to the top oh yeah
Up where the air is fresh and clean