Hidden Cafes and Alleyways

I have two feet on the ground

But my head is in the clouds.

Because that’s where I’ll be found,

With my head in the clouds.

I’ll be on my way to Paris and Rome,

While I’m right there sitting silently.

All of the places I can call home

When I visit them so often in my head.

They say, “Reach for the stars!”

The stars I collect with open arms

As I circle Mars

With my head so much higher than the clouds.

I will never come down

From up on top of these clouds

Where I get to fly around

And look at the beautiful world below me.