Thirty thousand feet below
The people move around
And so they go
To the places where they belong
The holidays have come and gone

Flying back to where I live and work
Above the clouds
I swear I still feel under earth
So much has to do with not quite "being there"
I would gladly go;
I can't afford the fare

(Chorus)
It's a long way to being known
It's a long way to the unknown
It's a long way
But I swear I'm going home

Landed on the ground at 7:01
Played the mandolin
Waited for my ride to come
Thought of Akron, a girl I used to love
And how the clouds are fields
When You're flying so high above

(Chorus)

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Cindy - vocal
Frank - vocal, acoustic and electric guitars
Dave - bass
Bryan - drums
Phil - vox continental

with:
Greg Leisz - pedal steel
Danny Frankel - shaker, tambourine