Top of the World

Sometimes I climb to the top of the world
The air gets thin, my lungs start to burn
But up here it’s so clear I can see the Earth curve
And I don’t even mind I can’t breathe
I can see eye-to-eye with the birds as they glide
On pockets of air that rise like the tide
But I know I can’t go with them, hard as they try
To convince me I can float on the breeze
'Cause it’s a long way down
When you were born without wings
I’m happy on the ground
But sometimes it’s nice to pretend
I’m flying
I’m flying
The wind rushes past and whispers my name
It coos and it murmurs of fortune and fame
Well it tempts me and taunts me as if it’s a game
And everyone knows I can’t win
'Cause it’s a long way down
When you were born without wings
I’m happy on the ground
But sometimes it’s nice to pretend
I’m flying
I’m flying
Well so what if I’m not meant to be chasing the wind?
I’ll still do it again and again
'Cause it’s a long way down
When you were born without wings
I’m happy on the ground
But sometimes it’s nice to pretend
I’m flying
I’m flying