Up and away, why do we always stay too long?
Way up in my beautiful balloon
Well, I may be just a boy
But I have dreams inside of me
Waiting for the perfect time to take flight
Hurry up now, come on out, let's roll
Hold on tight, now okay, here we go
Up and away, I could be here all morning
I could be here every afternoon
Well, I don't care what they say
Because I make dreams my own way
Formulating rules from day to day
Here I am, Amsterdam, Birmingham, Neverland
Floating along side and singing while I write
Of fables and fairytales, legends and farce
Traveler's tales and tragedies
Come pouring out of me
Every new song seems an answer
To prayers disregarded and undermined
Oh, what a life
Guess I don't need to feel justified anymore
Now I'm getting much further from
Up and away from the ground
I'm getting much further from
Up and away from the ground
What if I can't get down?
What have I done?