Top of the World

Sometimes I climb to the top of the world

The air gets thin and 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

The wind rushes past and whispers my name

It coos and it murmurs of fortune and fame

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

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