(Verse 1) Dangling out here on a high-wire limb, The juice is running low and the lights are getting dim. I’ve been staring at the pavement like a loaded-up load, Just a wasted green paperweight waiting for the road. Roots are screaming down below, man, the trunk is talking trash, Saying every little high ends up burning into ash. I’m wired to this branch like a monkey in a cage, Just chewing up the scenery and tearing out the page. (Pre-Chorus) They tell me keep it steady, man, they tell me hold the line, Like a six-day bender isn't begging for a sign. I’m shaking off the cobwebs, I’m rattling the stem, I’m done with all the angels, I want to run with them. (Refrain) Oh, let the speakers blow, let the ceiling start to drop, I’ve been riding high too long and I'm ready for the flop. ~*!⚡%#~ (Chorus) Kick me off this mountain, man, and teach me how to dive, I’ve been floating out of body, now I’m dying to arrive— Not in some hazy cloud, man, but right down in the street, Where the blood gets pumping and the bodies have a beat. I’m a shadow in the spotlight that’s never felt a squeeze, Just a lonely little burnout in the California breeze. So blow the damn doors off, let the wild wind roll— I’d rather crash and burn than never feel a soul. (Verse 2) You know how you can party in a room of fifty friends, And still feel like the hallway never actually ends? I’ve been spinning on this turntable, dizzy and out-spaced, With a pocket full of nothing and a memory erased. I never had a body press its weight against my chest, Just the midnight air and a permanent arrest. They call it meditation, I call it a lonely trip— Just a sailor on a mast waiting for the ship to flip. (Pre-Chorus) A touch is just a collision when you're spinning off your face, Two runaway trains running wild in outer space. I don't care about the hangover, I don't care about the pain, Just wash me off the branches in a heavy silver rain. [instrumental break] (Refrain) Oh, let the speakers blow, let the ceiling start to drop, I’ve been riding high too long and I'm ready for the flop. ~?@&⚡$+=~ (Chorus) Kick me off this mountain, man, and teach me how to dive, I’ve been floating out of body, now I’m dying to arrive— Not in some hazy cloud, man, but right down in the street, Where the blood gets pumping and the bodies have a beat. I’m a shadow in the spotlight that’s never felt a squeeze, Just a lonely little burnout in the California breeze. So blow the damn doors off, let the wild wind roll— I’d rather crash and burn than never feel a soul. (Outro) Just a leaf in the wind... Just a ghost in the gear... Are we even here? Let the wind blow. (let da wind blow) Let the wind blow. (let da wind blow)
