Miles and miles up in the air
leaving all my troubles behind
out my icy window I stare
letting my thoughts slowly unwind
the moonlit ocean lies down below
white little explosions darted about
so many mysteries does it show
like the albino forest that's sprout
we glide on and cut through the sky
as the forests transform into sand
looking at this I wonder why
all this beauty's been placed in my hands.
J'ai pas en vie
de rentre chez moi
en Amérique.