there is a boy in the air,
looking far down, down there,
how he got there I couldn't say,
but I hardly think its fair
that he gets to fly away.

there is a boy, up, up there,
way up high, in the air,
flying away while I still care,
and it isn't, it isn't fair.

and this boy, this boy in the air,
he couldn't always stay there,
slowly he fell, back to his home
the land of earth and dirt, and ash and bone,
I called him on the phone
and congratulated him on his success,
and he said to me,
"freedom is the heaviest thing you can own."