On the way to Lake Elsinore two hours till the drop
Popeyes wings and sauce fueling us nonstop
Pre-jump interviews felt like a Fake Taxi scene
Pretending it's Tim's birthday we were content machines
Falling fast into the sky so wide
Four friends chasing a high on a wild ride
As we soar through the air we found freedom there
As we soar through the air we found freedom there
As we soar through the air we found freedom there
Jacob leaping first front flipping with a grin
His stomach looked huge but not a care in him
Ken played rock-paper-scissors mid-air in freefall
Dean's hand cam caught it all no moment too small
Dean held it together till the spins hit ten eighty
But then he lost his lunch in the 108 degree heat
The camera woman was bad got all the perfect shots
Tim flexing on camera his gaze on them was locked
Falling fast into the sky so wide
Four friends chasing a high on a wild ride
As we soar through the air we found freedom there
As we soar through the air we found freedom there
As we soar through the air we found freedom there
Touching down on the grass still high from the thrill
Four souls soaring chasing every hill
With our hundred dollar footage and memories in gear
We found freedom in the fall but why did Jacob shave his beard?
Falling fast into the sky so wide
Four friends chasing a high on a wild ride
As we soar through the air we found freedom there
As we soar through the air Tim and I found freedom there
We found freedom there
Tim and I found freedom there