No More Floating Blues

See those airships coming in, babe, floating down from the blue.
There was a time for floating, and that time is through.

I was out there in Montana, I was under that big sky.
The thought of you here in the city made me sit and sigh.

Baby, let's go out for breakfast, there's a place just up the block.
They'll serve you anything you like, and we can sit and talk.

Anyone who sees us will say there are two good friends.
And we know that is true, but that is not where it ends.

We can go to the theater when the evening arrives.
We can get lost in the play and found in our lives.

This is not a phase I'm in, a temporary stage.
My life's an open book, with your name on every page.

A great storm is coming, no mistaking the signs.
Time to moor every airship and check all the lines.