Larry Norman - Riding High

High, riding high
On a trip in a ship through the sky

I keep looking through the cloud
Everything seems fine
Everything I'll ever want is mine

Riding high
Riding high
On a trip in a ship through the sky

I keep reaching through the mist
Melting fire with snow
Watching changes in the world below

Bap ba ba ba bap ba ba ba bap ba bap ba
Ba ba ba bap ba ba ba bap ba ba ba bap bap

I keep looking through the cloud
Everything seems fine
Everything I'll ever want is mine

High, riding high
High, riding high
High, riding high
High, riding high
High