When I'm riding
Well, I can tell from the road ahead that the road is long

And when I'm flying
Well, I can tell by the way it feels that it can't be wrong

Woah
You can't tell me 'bout the way it was
And you can't show me what a real man does
But I can see what you do with my eye

When I'm high
Well, I can see myself and not know where I am

And when I'm dying
Well, I can loose my breathe and still have full command

Woah
You can't see me like the way I can

You're talking to me but you never listen, man
And I won't listen to the way you were
Or why you had to do it like you did to her
I'm hanging by a thread from the fabric of the open sky
When I'm high

When I'm lying
Well, I don't claim to speak your truth or keep you peace
And that confirms I never knew your disbelief
And now you see me where I stand
With your bride

When I'm high

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ANDREW F. WILKES-KRIER