I'm siting by myself the clock is tick-tock tickin talking much too quickly
expecting nobady else I keep on lookin' over over my shouder and I...
I can't hear through these voices
some are speaking so loud I'm talking tricky little tempters
when I get around them now will I be able to me will I be willing to be able
I'm finding by my steps
I've got to take two back and then I'll go three to four further
each time I ask myself
have I learned my lesson am I progressing I'm confessing
I don't know if I can do it
am I capable of making such a big modification
but then the sky is clear I feel the force of freedom coming and now
I'm about to break free
Prechorus;
Why can't I just climb the highest
cloud up in the sky
so that I can find myself to be so free and high
Chorus;
I wanna fly above my worries
I wanna float above my fears
I wanna climb above my old ways
I wanna soar each and every day
I'm hearing my own words
I say the same things like I've never heard over and over
I'm just adding to the noise
I'm a second guesser a stressor can you relive the pressure
where can I find a taste of freedom
when I fix my eyes into the skies
and find the wings inside my mind
only then can I breathe again
as I ascend into the clouds
and never look down to the ground