So that was us at the station on a cold suburban morn And I looked in her pale green eyes and They were coming on like a thunderstorm But with my arms around her the feeling it just flowed And she turned and she smiled and said this is exactly how it goes Somewhere down there there's a weight That keeps this drunk balloon from drifting into space Let's cut the ropes and fly away Let's cut the ropes and fly away Sometimes we drift apart and where we land we never know But in the rays of the morning sun the Birds (the birds) will always sing us home So we'll sit by the water and let the world pass around us With a drink in one hand and the other in yours dear we'll sing Somewhere down there there's a weight That keeps this drunk balloon from drifting into space Let's cut the ropes and fly away Let's cut the ropes and fly away And the birds will always sing us home Somewhere down there there's a weight That keeps this drunk balloon from drifting into space Let's cut the ropes and fly away Let's cut the ropes and fly away