How I wish I could fly
up with the birds, up in the sky.
I find that, though hard to believe,
no one will sympathize with you or with me.
I would fly away,
far, far away.
Away from this stress.
Away from this mess.
Away from this pain.
It’s always a gamble,
it’s always a game.
I would fly somewhere south
with a breezy blue sky
and salty summer nights.
I would see little ants from up so high,
running around with stress on their mind.
And maybe, just maybe,
I’d sympathize.
Because I know...

They wish they could fly,
up with the birds, up in the sky.
They find that, though hard to believe,
no one will sympathize with he or with she.
They would fly away.
Far, far away.
Away from their stress.
Away from their mess.
Away from their pain.
For them,
it’s always a gamble,
it’s always a game.
They would fly somewhere south,
with a breezy blue sky
and salty summer nights.
They would see little ants from up so high,
running around with stress on their mind.
And maybe, just maybe,
they would finally sympathize.
Because they know...