walking down the road don't know if i am flying high
sitting around thinking to do the things that I classify
all day along i sit on the couch
look at the birds that fly
wish i had the wings too
so that i too could feel the sky
things are good things are bad
the ways things turn up to be
how this goes i don't know
but my curiosity wants things to see
walking down the road don't know if i am flying high
sitting around thinking to do the things that I classify
the fear the pain it goes away
when you are ready to stand
you just need a vision to win
and a gut that fights till end
i just feel the wet breeze in air
the rains that fall too slowly tonight
i smell the earth's peace of soul
and see the drops sparkling in the light
walking down the road don't know if i am flying high
sitting around thinking to do the things that I classify
no matter what you do today
you either laugh or cry on the ride
even if you're so loved by all
you always want someone by your side
the world is cruel and soft to you
the one lesson that you must derive
all will have to die one day
but till then you just live alive
walking down the road don't know if i am flying high
sitting around thinking to do the things that I classify
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