You're not the one You think you are Since you were born Ride a horse that's cleaving through The air and space of dreams Travelling through time All alone I pray Where am I? Who am I? And that old man trust in me

Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm That's not who you are That's just not your job Stop tryna be God, God 'Cause air traffic controls the landing Yeah, yeah yeah yeah