High - Judith De Los Santos

Captain, promise me that we won’t fall from the sky

'Cause they keep saying that there’s nothing wrong

But I can’t see it in their eyes

I feel like a pretzel drinking five-buck champagne

Forget your airline, I’m taking the train

This is way too high, high for me I don’t like to fly, this high in the air

I’m clinging to my tiny window seat that I can’t leave

Killing time with boring magazines

That I’ve never cared to read

And I wish the sky would suddenly clear

'Cause I can’t stand the ring in my ears

This is way too high, high for me I don’t like to fly, this high in the air

And I’m insecure once I get onboard

'Cause I feel for sure I will plunge to my death

Please don’t leave me here where I can’t walk on solid ground

Pleasant lady what are you smiling for?

Don’t sell me headphones while I’m throwing up High, high for me I don’t like to fly this high in the air