There will come a day
When all your luck will change
And fears in your way will fall down

Like rain

It's falling thick and fast
The sand in your glass
But good things come to those

Who live fast today

Like shoestrings on a wire
My grip never tires
I guess I'm still high for you
So I jump back in the water
I know it's too cold
But I guess I'm still high for you
I guess I'm still high for you

Though I fear the jump
There's freedom in the fall
This panic in my mind
So bizarre, means nothing at all

The trees are turning vibrant green
There's hope beyond your childish dreams

But wilder dreams are born in the free fall

Like shoestrings on a wire
My grip never tires
I guess I'm still high for you
So I jump back in the water
I know it's too cold
But I guess I'm still high for you
I guess I'm still high for you.