| As the clouds go racing by and the stewardess brings my wine
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| There’s a couple things that cross my mind today
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| Like how many swimming pools does it take to keep us cool?
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| And are we meant to rule the skies anyway?
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| Oh, has the world gone wild?
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| Oh, 'cause from here, it’s a beautiful sight
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| Oh, hope that I’m on time
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| And I wish you were by my side
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| These are my thoughts from way up high
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| Is the middle-aged businessman making deals with his right hand
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| Or is he talking to his bride of fifteen years?
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| And as I get closer to God, is He falling more in love?
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| Or are all my sins becoming that much clearer?
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| Oh, has the world gone wild?
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| Oh, 'cause from here, it’s a beautiful sight
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| Oh, hope that I’m on time
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| And I wish you were by my side
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| These are my thoughts from way up high
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| And I can’t wait to land and forget the place that I have been
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| To make room for all the memories we will make
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| But for now, that thought will have to wait
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| If the pilots cannot see the state line boundaries
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| Then how do they know where to steer?
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| And my father did his best, and I’d say he was some success
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| Cause I’m the man he hopes he sees in the mirror
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| Oh, has the world gone wild?
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| Oh, 'cause from here, it’s a beautiful sight
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| Oh, hope that I’m on time
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| And I wish you were by my side
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| These are my thoughts from way up high |