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 knee

Wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings: Hey, look at me now
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, oh, ooh

He's
Flying!
Woah!
High!
Wide!
Whole!

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, well 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!
Woah!
High!
Flying!
Woah!

He is
Flying!
Woah!
Oh
Woah!
Woah!