High atop the silver branches

I'd really like to be there
I'd really like to climb
high atop the silver branches
far away from

another misty morning
another stormy night
another way to pass the day
oh please god, I'll be nice

I'd really like to be
underneath the sea
far away from tv shows
and the big old highways

really like to fly
up into the sky
far away from radios
that say 'I love you'

all the crap around me
made me open wide
take a deep old breath
it's got to last a long, long time

and you're sinking on down
and then you're floating by
once you've gone you don't come back
you won't even ask why

I'd really like to be
underneath the sea
far away from tv shows
and the big old highways

really like to fly
up into the sky
far away from radios
that say 'I love you'