You'll breeze in, fresh air that you are And they will inhale you deep into their lungs And they will exhale you as far as you will go And you will touch their souls Imagine yourself floating away Imagine the tiniest little Pixie people Rub the ocean into your face Imagine your feet never touched the Earth Imagine you are flying above the whole human race Gliding above it all You'll breeze in, fresh air that you are And they will inhale you deep into their lungs And they will exhale you as far as you will go But you will touch their souls Imagine you were dreaming in a bed Of fresh green leaves And you awoke to a shining sun The good people of the world were free And you'll breeze in, fresh air that you are And they will inhale you deep into their lungs And they will exhale you as far as you will go And you will touch their souls But now you're leaving home You got ya business to do Hollow as an old log and I'm thinking of you So many times and years Well they seem so much less We were truly blessed You'll breeze in, fresh air that you are And they will inhale you deep into their lungs And they will exhale you as far as you will go 'Til you will touch their souls 'Til you will touch their souls 'Til you will touch their souls