it’s another one of those stay in bed days,
when all the greens outside are blues and grays.
i spy a little plane fly over your head.
it’s got
one hundred bright windows,
one hundred bright faces,
and you’re wishing you were there instead.
 
i can see you’re
counting the days,
counting the hours,
counting the seconds,
‘til you’ll be somewhere,
just anywhere,
well... i wish you there.
 
i wish you
portuguese skies
for the rest of your restful life and
i wish you
the pinball smiles
of one thousand friends
caught in the lens
of your camera eyes
your camera eyes.

the customers have not stopped for hours,
on and on and on and on and on and on...
the manager came and said
“Jo for the last time i’ll tell you – stop looking out the window at the flowers!”
but...
the birds are singing in my favourite tree
it’s a rare one,
“canadian you know”,
said the nice old lady
 
and still i’m
counting the days,
counting the hours,
counting the seconds,
‘til i’ll be out there
just anywhere
well... i wish you there
 
yes, i wish you
portuguese skies
for the rest of your restful life and
i wish you
the pinball smiles
of one thousand friends
caught in the lens
of your camera eyes
your camera eyes.