- Oh, I'm out of here, oh, I'm riding my cloud you're such a nice people, you're such a charming crowd but lord, I'm outta here, I'm outta here right now.
Need to ride my cloud, now that I found it, ride my cloud follow the wind, my life to live.
Some places you remember from your dreams, you fall into them in your waking life and they seem oddly familiar. You feel an itch, a slight change in the temperature of the air, you think to yourself : - "Hey, I've been here before..." But that's not possible, never, ever in your life you had been to that place before.