Given To Fly

He could've 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 outta 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



A 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, power, oh



He's.. flying

Whole