Gotta Fly

Is that the time, oh my
We might have to groove baby, lets fly
Take the next ship outta here
Go with the tide mama, so high

Any destination will do, we’ll try
To go with what comes to us, even the sky
It’s less about what we take with us
More what we leave behind

The territory’s unchartered out here
We’re feeling our way blind
Who knows what we’ll run into baby
Gonna see just what we find

Stops we’ll make along the way
It’s all about exploring
We’ll count the friends we make
On our fingers
And unto them we shall deliver

You can’t stop moving dearest
Only pull the blind down closed
The reflection you see in the ceiling
Is the only one who knows