Sat here, watching the news daily
Thinking about how tomorrow will unfold
Pacing and waiting for the next thing
God should we accept the things we're told?
Remember all the times we had on an old SF train
Or when we were dancing up broadway living our American dreams
All the things that we did, we thought it was our fate
We were naive enough to think that it's always gonna be great
I remember flying overseas and the view from the aeroplane
Golden as can be and I thought
Why can't the world always be as lovely
As the view from the aeroplane 'cause it can set us all free
Remember all the times we had jumping through piles of leaves
Time change in the small town caused people to double their sleeves
The ease from summer doesn't feel bad like it used to
Well maybe it's just our constant cry for something new
I remember flying overseas and the view from the aeroplane
Golden as can be and I thought
Why can't the world always be as lovely
As the view from the aeroplane 'cause it can set us all free
Sat here, watching the news daily
Thinking about how tomorrow will unfold
Feels like the headline of the paper
Is following us everywhere we go
Maybe when summer comes again we'll be fine
Maybe when summer comes again we'll be fine
Maybe when summer comes again we'll be fine
'Cause that's when I saw the view from the aeroplane
That makes us all feel a little less insane
I remember flying overseas and the view from the aeroplane
Golden as can be and I thought
Why can't the world always be as lovely
As the view from the aeroplane 'cause it can set us all free