Better to Fly

Stuck inside this jet airliner,
 rolling on a street of clouds,
 watching as the red light's fading in and out. Really meant to write you a letter,
 I couldn't get past hello,
 hoping that you'll understand and read it slow, cause what I know
 you could fit on the head of a pin
 but I'm saying over again and again
 when you're up in the sky, it's better to fly.
 Was it my imagination
 or did we have a chemistry,
 there was something deeper when you looked at me.
 It's easy to believe I love you,
 knowing that I just can't stay one more day
 I can fit on the head of a pin
 and I'm playing it over again and again
 when you're up in the sky, it's better to fly.
 And I, I could fit on the head of a pin,
 and I'm thinking it over again and again,
 when you're up in the sky, it's better to fly.