Ooh lookin' back at what I left behind I'd rather be an albatross flying high And in the tail winds looking back at what I left behind Another windowless room Riding the blue Out the window a patchwork quilt how we build how we move From place to place

Looks to me like I'm flying high And my uproarious arrival pushed the noise to the scene This inglorious desire that would be left out of me So I'll be open to rise And open closed minds, hook lines I'll make 'em edible You'll gobble it down Like it's

Gotta deal with the devil When you're high who ya flying for When you ride who ya riding for When you toast who ya drinking for When you play, gotta deal with the devil I took the pills, I've been consumed I drank the water, I had to choose I'm still

Show you a side of these two lanes you've never seen Heating it up behind a high beam Ooh, baby you and me, just a-running down crazy Flying high, living careless, on the edge of wild and reckless Hold on tight, I'm 'bout to show you one hell of a night

Show you a side of these two lanes you've never seen Heating it up behind a high beam Ooh, baby you and me, just a-running down crazy Flying high, living careless, on the edge of wild and reckless Hold on tight, I'm 'bout to show you one hell of a night

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

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

Flying so high, hands in the sky, screaming like Oh oh oh oh Feeling butterflies starting to rise, sounding like Yeah, I remember that one puff Had me feeling I can't be touched It was crazy, couldn't get enough But I remember that one puff (Got me

Round and round and away we go Four by four and away we go High not low and away we go And away we go and away we go I'm in that passenger seat flying high in the air And we're driving fast 'till we're plum out of gas Driving so fast 'bout to piss on

He's flying High flying 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