Art can be Such an ugly thing Or a lovely thing To me, to me, to me Well, eyes and ears, chapped lips here Stratosphere, come here, come here Oh, eyes and ears, chapped lips here The stars, they make remarks, oh-oh I wish I were a cloud in the sky So I could travel everywhere And never care Care at all ♪ I wish I were a cloud in the sky So I could travel everywhere (oh) And never care (oh) Care at all I wish I were a cloud in the sky So I could travel everywhere (oh) And never care (oh) Care at all (oh)