Feet In The Clouds - Paul McCartney

Teacher said I had my head in the clouds

They directed, I suspected, disconnected

Hat in my way

On the street, I had my feet on the ground

Stood corrected, well protected, resurrected

Had it my way

I’ve got my feet in the clouds, got my head on the ground

I know that I’m not a square as long as they’re not around

But I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard

Yes, I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard

Love is fab, it’s like a stab in the heart

My hidden treasure, made to measure, for my pleasure

I had it my way

I’ve got my feet in the clouds, got my head on the ground

I know that I’m not a square as long as they’re not around

But I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard

Oh, I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard

Yes, I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard

I’ve got my feet in the clouds, got my head on the ground

I know that I’m not a square as long as they’re not around

But I find it so hard I find it so hard