Cauliflower Clouds..  weightless
Drift silently beneath me in the blue
And high above the world I notice
Up here I get a birds eye view

Far below the sighing city,
Stretches out its ageing bones
As evening falls upon the walls
of this concrete jungle, overgrown – thick with tangled fitful tones.

Oh
Where do you go
When your sitting in an airport
on your own?

So..
what do ya know?
When I find out what I’m here for
I’ll be home.

Houses standing proudly on a hillside
Are coveted by those who ride the train
And the humble homes they soon return to
Are dreamt of by those sleeping in the rain

Amidst a million conversations  
A man stands high upon a crate
and begs the world to listen in
His message stern, his tone irate - “Beg for your sins, its not too late!”

Oh
Where do you go
When your sitting in an airport
on your own?

So..
what do ya know?
When I find out what I’m here for
I’ll be home.

If I could just sit still - hold a thought in my head
I could finish what I started – every word that I said
But the sounds of the city keep calling to me
and as long as I keep replying i'll never be free

I see buildings reach to the stars
And all the rainbow coloured cars
The hopes and cares of life are few
From up here I get a birds eye view

Oh
Where do you go
When your sitting in an airport
on your own?

So..
what do ya know?
When I find out what I’m here for
I’ll be home.

(C) bazookio 2014