Days of miles to roam, Days of clouds and cotton balls
Days of miles to roam, We've left tarmac , the wheels are in the wheel
We're flying at 30,000 feet, But you can barely tell
These days of clouds and cotton balls, These days of miles to roam
These days of clouds and cotton balls, These days of miles to roam
Well, I bought my ticket the other day, Before my journey home
I took my stuff packed it away, Cause I'm already gone
Days of clouds and cotton balls, Days of miles to roam
These days of clouds and cotton balls, Days of miles to run