Paul Revere & The Raiders - Observation From Flight 285

Through the window pane window of a plane
At the ground below moving by slow
30,000 feet, getting things to eat
High in the air you're not there

Clouds are white as snow, far down below
It's winter time 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 lowly floats by
See myself standing alone on the ground
And I'm lost in my head in the sky

Patch-work fields don't look real
Houses small hardly there at all
Seat belt sign flashes my mind
High in the air you're not there

Slowly going down, coming into town
Miniature cars, people very far
Kind of 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 lowly floats by
See myself standing alone on the ground
And I'm lost in my head in the sky