Hot Air Balloon

I'm flying on a hot air Balloon. I've never seen the sky So blue. But when I'm up, oh, so up In the clouds, Why do I, oh, why do I still Want To come down? Could it be 'cause I'm in love with you Or I just miss the ocean blue water? Could it be the taste of coffee or having Eight hours of sleep? Could it be 'cause I wanna run and Play hide and seek? Or maybe, just maybe, I Don't want to leave. I'm flying on a hot air Balloon. If I Reach out, I can touch The moon. I feel like I can fly, like I Can fly. But I want to come home, come Home Tonight. Could it be 'cause I wanna buy you flowers In June or just every other Month? Could it be my love for poetry or traveling For a couple of weeks? Could it be 'cause I wanna write a letter From me to me? Or maybe, just maybe, I Don't want to leave.