Concrete feet never swept away, amazing I could live my life this way.
Effortless in a negative direction, scripted here in a simpleton's inflection.
That self worth can fail in the goal to progress, allow me this chance to confess.
That my own increase in my own two hands is my own demise in my own demand.
What a deceitful voice one I recognize, a familiar face one that tells me lies.
And of this grace to my heart be known, is the same grace that someone had shown.
CHORUS
Carry me away in the jet stream; let the jet stream (carry me away)
Carry me away in the jet stream; let the jet stream (carry me away)
Carry me away in the jet stream; let the jet stream (carry me away)
I said, carry me away in the jet stream; let the jet stream (carry me away)
My eyes now clear granted sight, amazed at this the gift of flight.
So overwhelming that my heart begins to swell, you can feel, taste, touch, but can never tell.
How absolute this rite of flight can be, encompassing me and protecting me.
I can see for a thousand miles, and even love a single infant's smile.
Take time to collect my thoughts, an enduring love that can never be bought.
Every stitch in my every seam, carried away by the jet stream.