We are surely meant to fly (theme - pensive calling)

I drove to the lake, in the middle of winter

Sat in my car, looked out the window

Sipped some coffee, and thought to myself

We are surely meant to fly.

 

The seagulls were gone, the day overcast

The snow masked the lake, blurring the shore

Turned down the window, and said to no one

We are surely meant to fly.

 

I stepped out in the cold, alive, then drove on

To much warmer climes, soothing, embracing

Those comfort zone moments, it never left me

We are surely meant to fly.

 

It's snowing again, I see it on the mountain tops

I get my car, to find that bracingly insistent lake

Those blurry shores, they are calling out deafeningly

We are surely meant to fly.