From way above the earth things seem black and white
Land, streams, rivulets, in marsh are cookie clear-cut and designed
Things are smaller at a distance, as well my resistance
I look at it all from twenty thousand feet above
And from there I make my decisions on love
For ones life is but a pattern, like that earth we tread on
When stuck in the tall grass. The clarities gone
Keep that head in the clouds, as long as your looking down
It’s not impersonal, but sound
And from where I see, we’re bound
Like rivulets through trees, we’re designed to be
Though it seems unlikely, you have to learn to see
It all makes more sense from above
Looking down from up, its easier to find love
Even 20,000 feet above
I feel so grounded with out my love
I never felt so low
Until the time you flew my way, and continued to go
Tell me you are willing to see
What I have found to be
From 20,000 feet above
Our puzzle piece reality.
