Oh as the days move by just above the telephone lines

And I see just how quickly things change but some things are still the same

The crosswalks from above look like zippers on the asphalt

And the birds they are not above they are gliding the same altitude as us

The doug firs and the pine tree tops on the hills that are surrounding us

Let off steam as if they're on fire

But the cool rain makes the fog drift higher and higher

The rooftops all dusted with moss and the people we look down upon

And their chimneys and their windows

Its a view that we will miss when we are back down below