Testo Flying Home

I believed in gravity when I was a young boy Waking up in the morning light shining reminiscence While the man in the seat next to me puts his eyes on me But I don't sleep I lift a lid I'm under his suspicion yeah, yeah I'm a little man in a little plane around a little earth Stay the night in transit & pass my place of birth Swinging wings, the smell of kerosene, I'll be gone like midnight Never I have felt so free to kiss the world a Goodbye yeah, yeah I am flying home I am flying home Any day I woke up I felt like I was shrinking Silhouettes ran over my T.V. skipping without concept When your sitting in a steel skeleton you leave the reek on the bottom Below I leave the grid of me beyond I come to see ? I am flying home I am flying home ?