For much of my life I've desired to be somewhere
other than here. This is the sound of a yearning,
twenty-three year old soul in a tired, small town.

I wish I'd been born in the country, or somewhere farther away
Where I might be part of the sunshine
    And my dreams could go on all day
I wish I'd been raised by the ocean, on some distant faraway shore
Where I might be part of the sunshine
    That's what dreams, my friend, are for

    But it's only time I'm spending here
    I'm alone, but my friends are near
    But I wish I was somewhere outside this dark room
    Where my dreams could fly, free and clear

I wish I'd grown up on a mountain, or somewhere high in the sky
Where I would be a part of the sunshine
    Where my boldest of dreams would fly

        Fly, fly, fly away hey
        Fly, fly, fly away hey
        Oh, fly fly...

    But it's only time I'm spending here
    I'm alone, but my friends are near
    But I wish I was somewhere outside this dark room
    Where my dreams could fly, free and clear