What a strange and mystic feeling traveling up in the air I see night turn into morning, the wind carries me somewhere Its nicer in this wicker basket than I thought itd be Hands behind my head, legs up, the flames are warming me Over open water, with the sun and the moon Thats me up in the air there in that hot air balloon Theres no way to reach me, I am so far away Smiling as I pass by the mountains of Chile After a day among the birds and clouds I start to think I wish before I left I filled this basket to the brink With food and water, maybe even a bottle of rum But I cant be too bothered, Im enjoying my freedom Over open water, with the sun and the moon Thats me up in the air there in that hot air balloon Theres no way to reach me, I am so far away I wonder where the winds is gonna take me today I notice the ground down there is coming to an end Soon therell be just water, maybe I should descend Over open water, with the sun and the moon Thats me up in the air there in that hot air balloon Theres no way to reach me, I am so far away Slowly coming down... landing in Lapataia Bay
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