Nowhere to Go But Up

Life's a balloon that tumbles or rises, Depending on what is inside. Fill it with hope and playful surprises, And oh, deary ducks, then you're in for a Ride. Look inside the balloon and if you Hear a tune, there's nowhere to go but up. Choose the secret we know before life makes us Grow. There's nowhere to go but up. If your selection feels right, Well then, deary, hold tight. If you see your reflection, your heart will take Flight. If you pick the right string, Then your heart will take wing, and there's nowhere To go but up. Now I feel like that boy with a shiny New toy, and there's nowhere to go but up. Michael. Just one day at the fair has me Waltzing on air, and there's nowhere to go but Up. Jane, I remember. It's all true. Every impossible thing we imagined With Mary Poppins, it all happened. Now my heart is so light that I think I just might start feeding the birds and then Go fly a kite. With your head in a cloud, only laughter's allowed, And there's nowhere to go but up. We're zigging and zagging, our feet never dragging. We might take a ride to the moon. All this bobbing and weaving all comes from Believing The magic inside the balloon. The past is the past. It lives on as history. That's an important thing. The future comes fast, each second a mystery, For nobody knows what tomorrow may bring. This one looks like you. How do you know? Ah. Don't you lose her, sir. I won't, sir. Up here in the blue, it's a marvelous view. Side by side is the best way to fly. Once I just looked above, but now I am Part of the lovely London sky. Would you like to try one yourself, sir? Well, I'll give it a go. Choose carefully. Well, nowhere to go but up. When the clouds make a mess, well, I won't make a fuss, but I'll polish the Stars. That's excellent Give a lift to a foe, For you'll reap what you sow. And there's nowhere to go but up. I've set sail. Chart a course, Mr. Binnacle. That I will, sir. If you're game to step out, well, There isn't a doubt. There's nowhere to go but up. And if you don't believe, just hang on to My sleeve. Oh, there's nowhere to go but up. As you fly over town, it gets harder to Frown, and we're all in the heights if we Never look down. Let the past take a bow. The forever is now. And there's nowhere to go but up, Up. There's nowhere to go but Up. Of course, the grown-ups will all forget by Tomorrow. They always do. Only one balloon left, Mary Poppins. I think it must be yours. Yes, I suppose it must. Practically perfect in every way.