Most People

Title: "Most People" [Verse 1] Most people can do it, but they don't Most people can create it, but they won't I don't know why most people won't fly [Pre-Chorus] The wings are there, I see them Folded in the closet, gathering the dust of "someday" The sky keeps sending invitations But the RSVP is always "maybe, later, when" [Chorus] I don't know why most people won't fly The air is free, the falling is just physics The ground is only a theory Until you test it [Verse 2] Most people can sing it, but they hum Most people can build it, but they browse I don't know why most people stay parked With the engine running, with the map unfolded With the destination just a word they mouth in sleep [Bridge] Maybe the fear of flight is just the fear of being seen from above Too small, too brief, too finally visible Maybe staying grounded is a kind of hiding That most people learn to call "safe" [Outro] But I don't know I don't know why most people won't fly The wings are there The sky is there Most people are there Not flying