Given to fly

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 knees 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! He's FLYING! Oh, HIGH! WIDE! Oh... 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, well fuckers... he still stands. And he still gives his love, he just gives it away... The love he recieves is the love that is saved And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky A human being that was given to fly He's FLYING! Oh, HIGH! WIDE! He's FLYING!