Written by tom waits and greg cohen
Im going straight to the top
Oh yea up where the air is
Fresh and clean
Im going straight up to the top
If you know me, you know what I mean
I cant let sorrow
Try and pull ol frankie down
Live for tomorrow I have found you
Im going straight up to the top
Up where the air is fresh and clean
I know that I will never stop, oh no
Until I know Im wild and free
Just like a champagne bubble
Pop pop pop
Im like those birdies
High up in the trees
I cant let sorrow
Pull ol frankie down
Live for tomorrow
I have found you
Im going straight up to the top oh yeah
Up where the air is fresh and clean