Nobody knows the creatures that crawl on my brow
When I wake up in the night to the emerald glow
The sky was so blue and my heart was so bold
There was never a sign that I should fall so low
I was flying high I was flying proud
I was oblivious to the clouds
I was flying high
I was flying proud
I was far above the crowd
Something on the ground shot me all the way down
Seven and forty days I've been off the radar
Or it may have been a year, the sun is such liar
But I'm making new friends every day, though I must confess, and you will have guessed
They're not what you'd really call really tangible
I was flying high I was flying proud
I was oblivious to the clouds
I was flying high
I was flying proud
I was far above the crowd
I glided to the canopy and let myself fall
A message on the radio's the last I recall
Was it telling me I flew the wrong way out?