he could have tuned in...
tuned in... but he tuned out
a bad time, nothing could save him
alone in a corridor,
waiting, locked out
he got up out of their way,
ran for hundreds of miles
he made it to the ocean,
had a smoke and tea
the wind rose up,
set him down on his knees

A wave came crashin' like a fist to the jaw
delivered him wings high, look at him now
arms wide open with the sea as he's flung
oh how...ohhhh...
he is flyin...ohhh....
high....wide....ohhhh.....

eh floated back down
cause he wanted to share
his key to the locks on
the chains he saw everywhere...
but first he was stripped,
and then he was stabbed
by a faceless man, the fuckers
he still stands...

and he still gives his love,
he just gives it away
the love he receives
is the love that is saved
and sometimes is seen
a strange spot in the sky...
a human being that was given to fly
flying....ohhhh....
high....flying.....ohhhh.....
he is....flying.....ohhhh.....
ohhhh.....ohhhh.....