Given To Fly - Live at The Forum, Inglewood, CA - July 1998

Could've tuned in, tuned in but he tuned out
 A bad time, nothing could save him
 Alone in a corridor, waiting locked out
 He got up out of there, ran for hundreds of miles
 Made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
 The wind rose up, set him down on his knee
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 A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
 Delivered him wings, "Hey, look at me now"
 Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
 Oh, no, no, oh
 He's flying, oh
 High wide, oh
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 He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share
 His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
 Oh, but first he was stripped
 And then he was stabbed by a faceless man
 Well fuckers, he still stands
 And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
 The love he receives is the love that is saved
 And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
 A human being that was given to fly
 Flying, oh-oh
 High flying, oh-oh
 He's flying, oh-oh
 He, oh-oh