Waiting to Touch the Ground

Sometimes I feel happy,
but I wonder what that’s worth.
In my little balloon I drift on,
without a place on earth.

I’m waiting, waiting, waiting
for my feet to touch the ground.
Waiting, waiting, waiting
for my feet to touch the ground.

Please don’t leave me, baby.
Don’t look at me with regret.
I’ve got a beautiful life to give you.
I just haven’t found it yet.

I’m waiting, waiting, waiting
for my feet to touch the ground.
Waiting, waiting, waiting
for my feet to touch the ground.

I see children playing.
I think: What a strange thing to be born!
They seem so much older than I am.
They seem to know what this living is for.

I love so many people.
Good friends, I’ve got so much to repay.
So load me with your burdens.
Don’t let me float away.

I’m waiting, waiting, waiting
for my feet to touch the ground.
Waiting, waiting, waiting
for my feet to touch the ground.
Waiting till I touch the ground.

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2011)

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