Coming back with my mates on a plane
We’ve been to London, we been to Spain, and Amsterdam
Oh, what Uncle Sam don’t know won’t hurt him
Such a long strange trip it’s been
I wouldn’t change it for anything
And who know when
We’ll ever do this again

And baby baby baby have you, been cleaning out the bird house?
And baby baby baby we been
Hopping off bridges and hangin from clouds
30,000 feet above you doesn’t mean I don’t love you
I’m just a little closer to the moon

I used to think everybody else
Was so much cooler than myself
But I wouldn’t trade what I got
‘Cause what I got can’t be bought
Nobody owns anybody I know
Don’t collect $200, don’t pass go
And maybe we didn’t make a dime
But didn’t we have a good time

And baby baby baby you been perfecting perfect solitude
And baby baby baby I been working on my attitude
30,000 feet above you doesn’t mean I don’t love you
I’m just a little closer to the moon

And I can see I’m gonna miss you all along the way
Save some champagne at the reunion ball, maybe when we’re old and gray

Comin’ back with my mates on a plane
Back to the amber waves of grain
I’m the luckiest guy on earth
These skies are about to give birth
Black Tornado, not today
Where do we sit in the Milky Way?
I gotta say it could be worse
Than spinnin’ round the universe

And baby baby baby you’ve been stirrin’ with the first sunlight
And baby baby baby I’ve been thinkin’ of you every night
30,000 feet’s a long way down
But when I land I’ll stick around
Til then, I’m still closer to the moon

30,000 ft above you
Doesn’t mean I don’t love you
I’m just a little closer to the moon

(lyrics: Dan Bern)