Through the windowpane, window of a plane At the ground below, moving by slow Thirty thousand feet, getting things to eat High in the air, you're not there Clouds are white as snow, fall down below It's wintertime in my mind Standing on the wing, an angel starts to sing High in the air, you're not there Passengers sleeping and no one looks down Still white as snow it floats by See myself standing alone on the ground And I'm lost in my head in the sky-y-y-y Patchwork fields don't look real Houses small, hardly there at all Seatbelt sign flashes my mind High in the air, you're not there Slowly coming down, coming into town Miniature cars, people very far Kinda hard to see how it came to be High in the air, you're not there Passengers sleeping and no one looks down Still white as snow it floats by See myself standing alone on the ground And I'm lost in my head in the sky-y-y-y