Lyrics

[Verse]
Peter Elliott's hands so soft
Used to grip the skies aloft
Rescue chopper now he's through
Trading winds for city's view

[Verse 2]
Brisbane towers rising tall
Office walls replace the call
Of adventure in the breeze
Now he types with quiet ease

[Chorus]
Peter Elliott's blue sky
Shifts to screens not open wide
From the clouds to polished floors
Different windows different doors

[Verse 3]
Suit and tie feel strange but true
It's a world that's fresh and new
Desk of papers not of clouds
Missing those high-flying crowds

[Bridge]
He dreams of sky in nine to five
Remembers what it meant to dive
Into the unknown with a plan
Now he files all that he can

[Verse 4]
Coffee breaks replace the rush
Of the wind's exhilarating hush
Quiet hum of daytime roads
Echoes past where freedom flowed