With my head high in the clouds,
I can barely see the human crowd,
Down at my feet,
Running around in every street
While I’m high up there,
I can finally take some air,
‘Cause down
I see cons under the sheets
And I wonder, where is the line
That separates wrong from right,
‘Cause my feet are steady on the ground,
but my head high in the clouds
Even here, I can feel their fight,
Searching for grace and a place to hide
from more command,
‘Cause another will make them bend
From this height, I can take a step down,
And I see we’ve built this crazy town
Goals rising high
Like towers in the sky
And I wonder, where is the line
That separates wrong from right,
‘Cause my feet are steady on the ground,
But I’m scared that they get drowned
by the world tearing me apart,
I’ve stared many times,
High at the sky,
Longing for an answer,
Or a clue flying by
‘Cause o, I’m stuck here on the ground