I know it's sad that I never gave a damn about the weather, And it never gave a damn about me. No, it never gave a damn about me. Flying along, singing a song. Will you come with me, or just leave? I know it's mad, but the world were ending, Would you

Oh Lord, to be near you, to be free I am sailing 'Cross the sea Stormy waters To be near you, I am flying, Can you hear me, can you hear me

Be my Wendy, I'll be your Peter Pan In my dreams you're dying Come on baby, take my hand We can walk if we don't feel like flying We can live, I don't feel like dying Come on baby, you've got no plans It picks me up, I can't stop crying I just wanna live

Better not look down If you want to keep on flying Put the hammer down Keep it full speed ahead Better not look back Or you might just wind up crying You can keep it moving If you don´t look down Along in the chorus of this song

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop

You gon' have to say my name for this 'Cause usually, I don't do no flying out I never been one to fuck up the vibe The other side of you is on the loose Ain't got much to say I shoulda copped the one way You might have to catch a plane for this But

Baby, it's about time, oh Bringing back the sunshine Got my hands on the wheel and I'm flying Heart beat loud as the thunder rolls Lightning on the stampede of lightning roll I'm bringing back the sunshine Been forever since I've been gone Haven't held

Another hit erases all the pain You’re falling, but you think you’re flying high Sold your soul Built a higher wall Now you’re thrown away Same rise and fall Who cares at all?

Help me get down I can make it If I only knew the answer I wouldn't be bothering you And if all our days are numbered Then why do I keep counting? There's a plane, and I am flying There's a mountain waiting for me

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop