I put on my belt and I'm set, I'm leaving the ground.
Look back out the window and down, down at my town.
There's houses and buildings and people and tall trees, and somewhere there's someone, looking at me getting smaller and smaller I'm gone, underneath the sun.
Unpack my bags for a change, felt kind of strange.
Booked in a dirty motel, but it's ok.
I'm glad it is raining, reminds me of my home town.
It will be sunny tomorrow. I don't really know but at least that's what I read today, guess time will say.
Switched the channel, got tired of reruns.
Hope this channel, is free from reruns.
Pick up the phone and I call an old friend of mine.
He said he would show me the town if I was ever around.
New houses and buildings and people and new streets.
Sandbags in my eyes.
Everything's taller, I'm smaller I'm smaller I'm gone, but I'm having fun.
Switched the channel, got tired of reruns.
Hope this channel, is free from reruns.