Twenty years ago I rode   By helicopter to the sky   I laughed at gravitation   For a moment I was free      They say I never landed   You know they may be right   It looks better from above   With some distance in between      To leave is never easy   Perhaps it shouldn't be   But return is even harder   Yes return is harder stil      I often dream of flying   Far above the city streets   I beat my wings and leave   For Cairo or New York      I can go to many places   But there's no one there to meet   And the sky is a lonely place   Just me and the silent clouds