I carry the umbrella high Above in a field of wheat Wanting to fly with the birds I see feathers fly down as I hope The clouds are breaking through With the sun shing through Even though I’m still sad I dream of what could And as I dream I start to float high The umbrella doesn’t break And as I fly I see everything below me Small as dots I feel free like I can’t do anything wrong I let the wind take where it wants to lead me As I wave the wheat field good bye