Pigs might fly

I'm hearing the light from the window, I'm seeing the sound of the sea. My feet have come loose from their moorings I'm feeling quite wonderfully free. And I think I will travel to Rio using the music for flight, there's nothing I know of in Rio, but it's something to do with the night. It's only a whimsical notion to fly down to Rio to-night, and I probably won't fly to Rio?
But then again I just might.