Everything from Here

Days that I remember most

Slightly burning buttered toast

All the carpet stretching wall-to-wall

Taking off, I have no fear

Dad is my landing gear

I know he'll catch me when I fall

I can see clearly

I can see everything

Buckled in the pilot's seat

My belly pressed against his feet

Let's start the countdown: 3,2,1

Suddenly, I'm in mid-air

Gliding through the atmosphere

Zero gravity has begun

When I lean, I can almost steer

I can see everything

I can see everything from here

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba

Days that I remember best

Wind coming from the west

Dad stands with his back to it all

Running now, with all the slack

He yells Don't look back!

I'll let go when the string gets tight

It'll be alright

I can see clearly

I can see everything

The kite rises up so high

Straight into the clear blue sky

Wonder what it's thinking, now I know

To be held up in the air

Gliding through the atmosphere

With a confidence that grows

When I lean, I can almost steer

I can see everything

I can see everything from here

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba