| I’m a hang glider |
| Glidin' with the will of the wind |
| A hang glider rider |
| Landing point to be determined |
| I’ve never really hung glided before but I’d imagine |
| That when you’re up in the sky you ain’t thinkin' 'bout crashin' |
| I’m nothing like a seagull |
| Seagulls were intended to fly |
| The thing about people |
| We always find a way to get high |
| Would you rather be flyin' or would you rather keep standin' |
| Wait forever to die or have a fast crash landin' |
| That plane sound |
| Came at just the right time |
| I jam with nature |
| I jam with the cityscapes |
| To be a hang glider |
| First you gotta jump off a cliff |
| The next thing you gotta do is just |
| Hold on tight while you drift |
| There ain’t no engines and there ain’t no captain |
| There’s no controllin' the wind you never know what might happen |
| The world gets quiet |
| When you hang glidin' around |
| There’s no anxiety |
| You left your bullshit back on the ground |
| Strap me in to that apparatus |
| And watch me fly and possibly drown |
| I’ve never really hung glided before but I’d imagine |
| That when you’re up in the sky it ain’t nothin' but rock’n’roll baby |
| And you ain’t never comin' down |