High above the bordertown
I can see the golden ground
If I wasn't looking down
I might have lost you in the miles
Ocean blue and foaming white
surround the body of my flight
as I flew out of sight
You were turning in the stiles
and I know what it means to you
and I know what it means to me
and I know how it feels to be
burned by the sun, the sun
I love the sun
Now I'm sleeping on the sand