So would you ask "why?", if I said I wanted to fly
I don't often want for more than I already have
So just lend me your wings, show me the sky and the freedom it brings.
I might need an bit of help to get off of the ground my friend

But it's a means to an end, to get where I want to be
But it's a means to an end, to be who I long to be

So no more standing around, feeling like I'm tied to the ground
I'm gonna play the world at its own game
Somewhere down the line, I might need a little help sometimes
But nothings written in stone and I don't want to be hard my friend

Etc . . .