In the world that you are looking down on
Infinitely smaller than a match box
People rushing past like automaton
And counting money with empty hearts
You don't understand the meaning of this
'Cause you own your own sky; you can hover
You've seen the forest made of all the clouds
The scent of sunsets never felt before
You know the names of tiny flowers
And the songs that were sung by old vagabonds
These are all more meaningful to you
'Cause you own your own sky; that you fly to
Fly away my friend; from the shabby, wasting place called the earth
Hey, you don't come down, there's not any place
where you can rest your wings
Fly away my friend; from the shabby, wasting place called the earth
Hey, you don't come down, there's not any way
that you can rest your soul
One day I saw you still upon the ground
With broken wings and looking for help
Waiting to count on anybody
But you knew well there is no-one here who cares
You cried needing solace so much
'Cause the sky was much too far to go back(to)
Fly away my friend; from the shabby, wasting place called the earth
Hey, you don't come down, there's not any place
where you can rest your wings
In the most beautiful sunlight
Glide into the silky air
Freely riding on the gentle wind
That's how only you could be
Fly away my friend; from the shabby, wasting place called the earth
Hey, you don't come down, there's not any way
that you can rest your soul
If you have to go, to be buried, or to escape
Go to the island, with peace, without any one of us
Take the deepest breath and rest with fully-opened heart
Under the myrtle and cool shade of the trees
It'll be alright, with peace, and without any one of us