High Altitudes

I find

I write my best songs at high altitudes

I find

I make my best love at high altitudes

Think I should fly

More frequently

I dreamed (I dreamed)

That I was sleeping in the open air

I dreamed (I dreamed)

I woke and flew away without a care

Think I should dream

More frequently

I dreamed

I was sleeping in the open air

A mirror of sorts

The mind's eye piercing the night

The glory of sunburst

Of starships, the bright shining light

The borders, the boundaries

To places not clearly defined

Anticipation

Lives in me

I soar

I soar at my best at high altitudes

Uh-huh, oh

If I cry

I cry my least at high altitudes

Hey, uh-huh

I should be high, high

I should be high more frequently

I should be high, high

I should be high more frequently