When you see me on the other, you don't know what to do
I'm crawling inside your mind; I'm a real nuisance, too
Are you searching for some meaning behind every thought
I can tell it's a dead end road; I've been down a few times
Ah, ah, ah, ah I'm flying
Ah, ah, ah, ah I'm flying
Ah, ah, ah, ah I'm flying
Ah, ah, ah, ah I'm flying away
A piggy nestled in the cubby drawer; we're having a campfire tonight
Geriatric-based pillow talk; this funeral's out of control
Are you drinking all the kerosene? I hate to tread on you
There's a Christian with the Protestants; I'll take a shotgun, please
Ah, ah, ah, ah I'm flying
Ah, ah, ah, ah I'm flying
Ah, ah, ah, ah I'm flying
Ah, ah, ah, ah I'm flying away