when i m riding well i can tell from the road ahead that the road is long and when i m flying well i can tell from the way it feels that it can t be wrong woah you can t tell me bout the way it was and you can t show me what a real man does but i can see what you do with my eye when i m high well i can see myself and not know where i am and when i m dying well i can loose my breathe and still have full command woah you can t see me like the way i can you re talking to me but you never listen man and i won t to listen to the way you were or why you had to do it like you did to her i m hanging by a thread from the fabric of the open sky when i m high when i m lying well i don t claim to speak your truth or keep your peace and that confirms i never knew your disbelief and now you see me where i stand with your bride when i m high 