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 up, set him down on his knees

A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw,

Deliver him wings, and get him out!

Arms wide open with the sea as his floor

Oh, oh, oh...

He's flying, Whole!

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 few steps, 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! Whole...

High! Flying! Whole...

He's flying! Woah...

High... Woah... Oh...