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 there, ran for hundreds of miles
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose, upset him down on his knee
A wave came crashin' like a fist to the jaw
Deliver him wings, hey look at him now
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh
He's.. flying
High.. wide, oh
He 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 faceless men, 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
High.. flying