Here is where we've found ourselves, flying through the Ponderosa pines.

Everyone's out grilling hot dogs in a snow storm, a metaphor for everything's alright.

Cause the trivial and empty, we've left it all behind,

For an iridescent landscape and a simple life.

I got nowhere else to be,

living like a nobody,

Up here with the chickadees,

Got my head literally in the clouds.

Spontaneous after party out by the river in the woods.

Hats off to the constellations that lead me to this crazy neighborhood.

Cause life broke me down when I was a girl,

But that's what it's like living in the so-called "real world".

I got nowhere else to be,

Living like a nobody,

Up here with the chickadees,

Got my head literally in the clouds.