Drunk Balloon

So that was us at the station on a cold suburban morn

And I looked in her pale green eyes and they were coming on like a thunderstorm

But with my arms around her the feeling it just flowed

And she turned and she smiled and said this is exactly how it goes

Somewhere down there there's a weight

That keeps this drunk balloon from drifting into space

Let’s cut the ropes and fly away

Let´s cut the ropes and fly away

Sometimes we drift apart and where we land we never know

But in the rays of the morning sun the birds will always sing us home

So we’ll sit by the water and let the world pass around us

With a drink in one hand and the other in yours dear we’ll sing

Somewhere down there there's a weight

That keeps this drunk balloon from drifting into space

Let’s cut the ropes and fly away

Let´s cut the ropes and fly away

And the birds will alway sing us home

Somewhere down there there's a weight

That keeps this drunk balloon from drifting into space

Let’s cut the ropes and fly away

Let´s cut the ropes and fly away