Oh maybe I’ll build my house on your cloud. Here I’m tumbling for you, stumbling through the work that I have to do. Don’t mean to harm you by leaving your town again, but I’m over the quilt that you’ve been spinning. And I’m up in the air, said baby hell yeah. Oh honey I can see your house from here. If the plane goes down, damn, I’ll remember where the love was found.
Jason Mraz, “Plane”