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...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,
how...whole...he's flying...whole...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, the 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 give to fly...
so take, take me home