Panama

I was in a plane to Panama And a fly landed on her thigh And though I brushed it off quite brashly I introduced myself And she said her name was 'Sky' A simple 'Hi' and I could tell That her plainness was well seamless And somewhere deep inside She drove a calm and weightless determination, yeah And to what lands her mind would travel I don't know, but I was so curious I had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds, yeah I asked her whether she enjoyed being in the air And airily, she answered with an accent so careful I could feel each syllable Why would I love things that seem impossible? And, I love things that seem impossible Well, I love things that seem impossible And I love things that seem impossible, yeah Seem impossible Seem impossible I love things that seem impossible Seem impossible Seem impossible Well, I love things that seem impossible, whoa! Seem impossible Seem impossible I love things that seem impossible Seem impossible Seem impossible I love things that seem impossible And to what lands her mind would travel I don't know, but I was so curious But I had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds, yeah