Given to Fly - Live in Berlin, Germany - June 25, 2000

He 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 outta there, ran for hundreds of miles
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee
A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings...
Hey, look at him now!

Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh

He's flying whole
High, wide, oh
He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share...
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
But first he was stripped, and then he was stabbed...
By faceless men, 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
High... flying, oh
High... flying, oh
He's... flying, oh
Oh, oh