Besedila: Sky Sailing. An Airplane Carried Me To Bed. Sailboats.

Sailboats wish that they were stars
Floating softly in the sky
Among our dreams that bid goodbye
Moving through transparent space
Drifting through the stratosphere
And onward 'til they disappear

These continents from overhead
Look like tiny paper shapes
Intricately set in place
Below the misty mountain clouds
There's a lovely silver bay
Where sunset sailors often hideaway

Scuba diver in the loch
Speedboat driver on the dock
Sailplane pilot in the blue
Take me up there with you
The world looks brighter
From this high altitude

I was walking through the trees
(Sailboats wish that they were stars)
And I was swimming through the seas
('Cause they don't know who they are)

I was falling through the air
When it hit me right there
My eyes are tired, I don't even care

An airplane carried me to bed
Where I slept above the coast
And dreamt I had become a ghost
I sail above the frozen peaks
Deep in cold cathedral caves
Across the hills and far beyond the waves

Take the car on the run
Fly the jet to the sun
And bring the spacecraft in soon
While I play chess with the moon
I feel like sleeping
Through this cold afternoon

Once in 1964
(Sailboats wish that they were stars)
An actress ran on the shore
('Cause they don't know who they are)

And though you'll never return
I love you, Audrey Hepburn
Sometimes I can see your face in the crowd

There are sailboats throughout this brilliant sky
But you cannot pick them out if you can't fly
I'm glad the earth doesn't care if I go up there
If you want to just ask me and I'll take you along