I'm hearing the light from the window,I'm seeing
the sound of the sea,My feet have come loose from their
moorings,I'm feeling quite wonderfully
free.
And I think I will travel to Rio Using the
music for flight,There's nothing I know of in
Rio,But it's something to do with the
night.
It's only a whimsical notion To fly down to
Rio tonight,And I probably won't fly down to
Rio,But then again, I just might.
There's wings to the thought behind fancy,There's wings to the
thought behind play And dancing to rhythms of
laughter Makes laughter the rhythm of rain.
So I think I will travel...I feel such a sense of
well-being,The problems have come to be solved,And
what I thought was proper for battle I see now is proper for love.
So I think I will travel...Reno? Why
Reno?Not Reno, dummy.Rio, Rio de Janeiro.
the sound of the sea,My feet have come loose from their
moorings,I'm feeling quite wonderfully
free.
And I think I will travel to Rio Using the
music for flight,There's nothing I know of in
Rio,But it's something to do with the
night.
It's only a whimsical notion To fly down to
Rio tonight,And I probably won't fly down to
Rio,But then again, I just might.
There's wings to the thought behind fancy,There's wings to the
thought behind play And dancing to rhythms of
laughter Makes laughter the rhythm of rain.
So I think I will travel...I feel such a sense of
well-being,The problems have come to be solved,And
what I thought was proper for battle I see now is proper for love.
So I think I will travel...Reno? Why
Reno?Not Reno, dummy.Rio, Rio de Janeiro.