He could have turned in, turned 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 and tea
The wind rose up, set him down on his knees...

A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him, wings high...look at him now
Arms wide open with the sea as he's flung...ohhh...

He's...flying...ohhhhh...high...wide...ohhhhh...

He floated back down, 'cause he wanted to share
This 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...