I am high above the city

I am free and blissfully so

I am high above the city

The birds sing as the wind blows

I am high above the city

The sky oh so blue

I am high above the city

But ah, who knew?

Who knew the freedom of the sky,

Would start with a goodbye?

Would end with me falling,

Falling, calling

Out to anyone who would listen

Being high above the city,

The lights and sound drowned out

Isn’t all it’s thought to be,

There are no crowds.

No people, no help,

No crutch to be felt,

But I am high above the city

Forever alone up here,

Free and blissfully so

I am high

Above

The city

But it is such a pity

Because the loneliness isn’t as pretty

When you’re high above the city.