No air resistance pushing me once I've drifted for a while
Up here I see the earth spinning around me like a turnstile, turnstile
Plenty of room to stretch my legs when there's nothing up this high
And once you've cleared the power lines the hardest bit is behind, far behind
While earths sputtering
We're still hoverin
No air resistance pushing me once we're drifting through long view
Every pedestrian that paces by looks up but sees through, sees through
All the shops on the street I drift on by mirror my outline
And once I've cleared the power lines the hardest bit is behind, far behind
While earths sputtering
We're still hoverin
No air resistance pushing me once I've drifted for a while
While earths sputtering
We're still hoverin
While earths sputtering
We're still hoverin
While earths sputtering
We're still hoverin
While earths sputtering
We're still hoverin