LYRICS

I GUESS IT ISN'T FLYING
OR GRAVITY-DEFYING
OR ANYTHING LIKE MONKEYS SWINGING.
IT'S MORE LIKE FLINGING.
I CAST OUT INTO SPACE,
AND FALL WITH GRACE.

I GUESS I WOULD BE LYING
DEFINING IT AS FLYING
AND SO WITHOUT A PROPER LIFT OFF
IT'S MORE LIKE DRIFT OFF
I'M NOT A FLYING ACE
I FALL WITH GRACE

I'M A RIDER
ON A WING AND A PRAYER
I'M A GLIDER
TREE TO TREE, IN THE AIR
AND EVERYONE CAN SEE ME THERE

I GUESS THERE'S NO DENYING
IT'S NOT EXACTLY FLYING
IT'S ONLY BRANCH TO BRANCH LOGISTICS
AND SQUIRREL BALLISTICS
I'M DONE WITH SAVING FACE
I GUESS I'LL JUST EMBRACE
THAT I FALL,
FALL, FALL,
WITH GRACE

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