I’m flying a hot air balloon, I’m crashing through the clouds
Below the pavement buzzes, and the people – they all shout
But up here the air is thin and clean, the landscape’s made of fog
And if you ask me to come down from here, I may not answer you at all
Because my head’s been inside books about the rises and the falls
And if you want my opinion, men always stand too tall, stand too tall

And it’s warm in the sky
I can feel my body rise
I’m getting higher and higher
I’m feeling lighter and lighter
And that soil don’t suit my feet
Because this ride is fueled by fire

I’m flying a hot air balloon, there’s sunbeams in my skin
The shadow of Calliope is bound to do me in
A V of geese is winging by my shoulder, they’re winking
Because the map of all their feathers tells the places I have been
So clip the sandbags from the basket, let the ropes start dangling
Goodbye to all the rooftops and to every busy thing, you busy thing

And it’s warm in the sky
I can feel my body rise
I’m getting higher and higher
I’m feeling lighter and lighter
And that soil don’t suit my feet
Because this ride is fueled by fire

I’m flying a hot air balloon, I’m tonguing fresh ozone
I’m losing sight of the circuit boards, the chess games, and the clones
The atmosphere’s delectable on a Sunday afternoon
Forget work and school and credit cards that keep me in my room
Because the open blue’s inviting me to shed all of my silver rings
Stretch my bare fingers out, let fall the weight of everything, oh everything---

And it’s warm in the sky
I can feel my body rise
I’m getting higher and higher
I’m feeling lighter and lighter
And that soil don’t suit my feet
Because this ride is fueled by fire

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