high flying glider spread your wings flying high on a cloud borne on the air spiral around so busy making circles you never touch the ground you see the sea feel the sky don t know where you go when you die don t know the answers to what s in my mind riding on the wind turning with the tide light takes you up it brings you down changes the pain that remains keep moving fast through the wind and the rain and if the world keeps spinning round you ll be back again 3