Lyrics Nowhere to Go But Up - Angela Lansbury, Ben Whishaw, Pixie Davies

Nowhere to Go But Up

Life’s a balloon
That tumbles or rises
Depending on what is inside
Fill it with hope
And playful surprises
And oh, dearie ducks
Then you’re in for a ride
Look inside the balloon
And if you hear a tune
There’s nowhere to go but up
Choose the secret we know
Before life makes us grow
There’s nowhere to go but up
If your selection feels right
Well then deary, hold tight
If you see your reflection
Your heart will take flight
If you pick the right string
Then your heart will take wing
And there’s nowhere to go but up!
Now I feel like that boy
With a shiny new toy
And there’s nowhere to go but up
Michael!
Just one day at the fair
Has me waltzing on air
And there’s nowhere to go but up
Jane, I remember.
It’s all true, every impossible thing we imagined with Mary
Poppins -- it all happened!
Now my heart is so light
That I think I just might
Start feeding the birds
And then go fly a kite
With your head in a cloud
Only laughter’s allowed
And there’s nowhere to go but up
We’re zigging and zagging
Our feet never dragging
We might take a ride to the moon
All this bobbing and weaving
All comes from believing
The magic inside the balloon
The past is the past
It lives on as history
And that’s an important thing
The future comes fast
Each second a mystery
For nobody knows what
Tomorrow may bring
This one looks like you
How do you know?
Ah!
Don’t you lose her, son!
I won’t, sir!
Up here in the blue
It’s a marvelous view
Side by side is the best way to fly
Once I just looked above
But now I am part of
The lovely London sky
Would you like to try one yourself, sir?
Uh, I’ll give it a go
Choose carefully.
Well, nowhere to go but up
When the clouds make a muss
Well, I won’t make a fuss
But I’ll polish the stars
Ellen, better let us
Give a lift to a foe
For you’ll reap what you sow
And there’s nowhere to go but up
I’ve set sail!
Chart a course, Mr. Binnacle!
That I will, sir!
Hahaha!
If your day’s up the spout
Well there isn’t a doubt
There’s nowhere to go but up
And if you don’t believe
Just hang on to my sleeve
For there’s nowhere to go but up
As you fly over town
It gets harder to frown
And we’ll all hit the heights
If we never look down
Let the past take a bow
The forever is now
And there’s nowhere to go but up, up
There’s nowhere to go but up
Of course the grownups will all forget by tomorrow
They always do
Only one balloon left, Mary Poppins.
I think it must be yours
Yes, I suppose it must.
Practically perfect in every way