To Fly So High

Here I sit just looking out of my window, and into the sky.
Wondering what it'll be like to fly so high.
To soar like an eagle, or to fly like a dove.
Sometimes I feel that it must be true love.
To soar through the mountains, or to fly over the ocean.
Why is it so hard to feel the motion?
To see for miles away, or to dive for my food.
Now I know what it's like to get into the groove.
So now here I sit, just looking out of my window and into the sky.
Just wondering what it would be like to fly so high . . . .