To fly

"He could have turned in, but turned out

A bad time, nothing could save him

Alone in a corridor, waiting locked out

He got up out of there, 

ran for hundred of miles 

He made it to the ocean

Had a smoke in a tree 

The wind rose up, set him down on his knee

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, power...

He's Flying! Wosh!

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, well fuckers ... he still stands

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away

The love he recleves is the love that is saved

And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky 

A human being that was given to fly"

Given to fly - Pearl Jam