I look up
Out the window
And I think to myself
All the things I'm missing out on
I look up
At the world for once
And I notice that the skies are turning
Notice how fast the clouds are drifting
And I
I'm wondering why
What's the point of it all
I
I'm wondering how
They've made it so far
Without living at all
So I
I close my eyes
And I dream about life
In my own little universe, where
In a pasture of golden dandelions
The sun beating down on my skin
Blue skies, good times
That's all I see
In front of me
In front of me
And I run and run
With the breeze
And I
I feel free
I
I feel free