Music in the air
Plucked from the centuries
Presented in the form

Of a song by you to me
Seagull in the air
Floating on the updraft

See me on the ground
Think i just heard her laugh


Up in the air
Up there, up there, in the air


Twelve floors up
In the camlin hotel
Man at the piano

Plays songs for the clientele
Notes mingle out from his mouth
With the alcohol

Floating up to the stars
And circling through them all


Up in the air…

Topographic lines

Come close together
Imagine the peaks
And the stormy weather

Trees fade to white
And boulders just might
Make an appearance

If the sun shines just right

Up in the air…