It’s a task to leave such beauty and enter the concrete jungle!
Oh but we must, for there’s no other way!
Oh but we must, for that’s what it’s right!

Try telling my nomadic heart that
And fail miserably
Try telling my gypsy blood to be satisfied with sight
And fail dangerously

Cause all they want to do
Is spread their invisible wings
And fly out high!
And soar out far!