Pack a bag, hop in a car Another day, another destination Fly somewhere far Gotta start fresh in a new location Seems somewhat bizarre Living life without a sovereign nation Said: Make me a star This is what you gotta do In the air again It's just like a merry-go-round Living miles above You miss being there on the ground So sick of white and chrome But I've got the world to roam So I am lost in the unknown 'Til the birds fly home Go to sleep somewhere new Seven hours on a red-eye flight To meet someone who Is supposed to give me all the answers Learn something true Another hundred thousand miles I've flew I'm just passing through And it's all I ever do I'm in the air again It's just like a merry-go-round Living miles above You miss being there on the ground So sick of white and chrome But I've got the world to roam So I am lost in the unknown 'Til the birds fly home I'm gone, alone on top of the world They say: There's nothing wrong Success is a wonderful whirlwind But I'm lost at sea It's a prison being free It won't be long, you'll see Only 'til the birds fly home I'll just be a voice over the phone Destination's all unknown Only 'til the birds fly home Used to live a simple life In a single nondescript location Stress, family strife Sick and tired of the aggravation Soul wrote my songs Try to make it big in my vocation I'd prove them wrong If it's what I had to do I'm in the air again It's just like a merry-go-round Living miles above You miss being there on the ground So sick of white and chrome But I've got the world to roam So I am lost in the unknown 'Til the birds fly home I'm gone, alone on top of the world They say: There's nothing wrong Success is a wonderful whirlwind But I'm lost at sea It's a prison being free It won't be long, you'll see 'Til the birds fly home 'Til the birds fly to their home Fly home