been in this grass here for the last ten hours
my clothes are dirty but my mouth isn't dry
how does it happen does it fly through the air
oh I gave up asking days away
and now I'm lying here waiting for the sound of thunder
here I am on the dotted line
cut the corners stick me to your door
i'm the man who stepped off the path
and I just lie here
it's what I was made for
and now my eyes are closing but I still feel the land
leaning out for the touch of my hand
the world spins so fast
that I might fly off
the world spins so fast
that I might fly off
the world spins so fast
that I might fly off
