ON TOP Jan. 17/84 Karl Rigelhof

Earth below me
Covered in snow we
Fly high above the clouds
Above the noise of the crowds
On top of the world
The mystery is unfurled

CHORUS:
Slip into the jet stream
Soaring through a wet dream
The feeling that you get seems
To dissolve into the blue

Slip into the jet stream
Slide along the yet seam
The elation says let's scream
For joy comes with you
On top

Sailing on the breeze
A wind through the trees
Like an eagle's hungry beak
Reaching down from the mountain peaks
Plunging from the heights for the kill
The victim will feel the talon's chill

I see the clear horizon
Between the stars and the sun
Soon we will be there
Drifting through the air
Swirling with the sound
No longer rooted to the ground