(s. duboff/a. kornfeld)
vicki

your father is a v.i.p.
he thinks he´s always right
your mother watches her t.v.
won´t talk to you all night

couldn´t help sitting up so high
he´s gotta find love
he´s never seen a flower tree
or anything that close

and everyday i´ll pass and say
hey!

how is the air up there
how is the air up there
how is the air up there
according to you i just don´t care
i´m falling on the ground

first time that you saw me
said you´d hope i would change
well, your friends took one look at me
and they sure acted strange

haven´t seen you in a month
and you wonder what it´s all about
well, next time i´m in prison, love
come and, well bail me out

and everyday i´ll pass and say
hey!

how is the air up there
how is the air up there
how is the air up there
according to you i just don´t care
i´m falling on the ground

you tried to put the blame on me
you´ve got a lot of nerve
you say you´re so lonely, well
it´s all that you deserve

when you get tired of your
love of life in high society
well, get some kicks and take a trip
and come on down with me

and everyday i´ll pass and say
hey!

how is the air up there
how is the air up there
how is the air up there
according to you i just don´t care
i´m falling on the ground

how is the air up there...