I've been around the world in a plane. I've settled revolutions in Spain. The North Pole I have charted. But man I can't get started with you. And at the golf course I'm under par.
In this cloudy sky overhead now. There's no guiding star I can see. And I would be lost by each wild tempest tossed. Oh, if I didn't know of a place we two can go.
There's a little cabin in the sky, Mister. For me and for you. I feel that it's true somehow. . Can't you see that cabin in the sky, Mister. An acre or two of heavenly blue to plow.