Panama

I was in a plane to Panama

And a fly landed on her thigh

And though I brushed it off quite brashly

I introduced myself

And she said her name was Sky

A simple 'Hi' and I could tell

That her plainness was well seamless

And somewhere deep inside

She drove a calm and weightless determination

And to what lands her mind would travel

I don't know but I was so curious

I had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds

Yeah

I asked her whether she enjoyed being in the air

And airily she answered with an accent so careful

I could feel each syllable

I love things that seem impossible

I love things that seem impossible

Well I love things that seem impossible

And I love things that seem impossible Yeah

Seem impossible

Seem impossible

I love things that seem impossible

And to what lands her mind would travel

I don't know but I was so curious

I had to keep on thinking of her floating through the clouds Yeah