This world is filled with islands
Little specks of sand
Mountain peaks in a cloudy sky
Each one's a different world
And so my sails unfurled
And I will raise my sails high
When I am feeling stagnant
My lungs are filled with mud
I dream of Beijing and Molokai
When I am feeling down
Get my feet off the ground
And throw my head back to the sky
And fly!
Alive!
This world is filled with rust
I could drown in this dust
I need to see the Bhutan sky
I hear my soul groan
I feel my muscles moan
If I can't wander I will die
I could wander alone
Or take my whole damn home
I could give a monkey's eye
As long as the road's clear
A song is in my ear
And I will kiss this place goodbye
And fly!
This world is filled with islands
Little specks of sand
Mountain peaks in a cloudy sky
Each one's a different world
And so my sails unfurled
And I will raise my sails high
When I am feeling stagnant
My lungs are filled with mud
I dream of Beijing and Molokai
When I am feeling down
Get my feet off the ground
And throw my head back to the sky
And fly!
Alive!
