I'd like to walk To the top of the road And find me the stories That lie there And rise through the scattered clouds To steal another high there Anyway the wind blows High there Anywhere the clouds goes I'd like to fly Far away from my world If just to see from another And to know the stories told Rising to another high there Anyway the wind blows High there Anywhere from my road To never have to hear a sound To never hear the rain fall down Summertime evenings way above my farm
Are ceilings sleeptime Summertime evenings way above my farm Are ceilings sleeptime I'd like to walk To the top of the road And find me the stories That lie there And rise through the scattered clouds To steal another high there Anyway the wind blows High there Anywhere the clouds goes Summertime evenings way above my farm Are ceilings sleeptime Summertime evenings way above my farm Are ceilings sleeptime [Instrumental Outro]