Tell Me a Tale

Plane dropped on the ground
From the north side of the sea
It rose, and like a bird, it flew
Soaring, wings spread out

Impossible I know, but mama
I just might be flying
Rising with the winds
Open the windows, and it’s all blue
I’m high, so high

Plane dropped on the ground
From the north side of the sea
It rose, and like a bird, it flew
Soaring, wings spread out

Impossible I know, but mama
I’m with the clouds
So rest those wary shoulders
And sing along with this tale I’m about to tell