Still Hoverin'

No air resistance pushing me once I've drifted for a while

Up here I see the earth spinning around me like a turnstile, turnstile

Plenty of room to stretch my legs when there's nothing up this high

And once you've cleared the power lines the hardest bit is behind, far behind

While Earth's sputtering

We're still hoverin'

No air resistance pushing me once we're drifting through long view

Every pedestrian that paces by looks up but sees through, sees through

All the shops on the street I drift on by mirror my outline

And once I've cleared the power lines the hardest bit is behind, far behind