She tears out all the ends
From her fancy fashion rides

And after all, why not
When they're only trying to sell her wings?
After all, I say why not
When they're only getting in the way of things?
And she wants to see

And I may change my mind from never landing
And I may change my tune of ever descending
And I may change the ending to never arriving again
To see where it had all been there

And she looks far away, too far ahead
And she is mourning things that are not dead

And after all, why not
When they're only trying to take her wings?
After all, I say why not
When they're only getting in the way of things?
And she wants to see

And I may change my mind from never landing
And I may change my tune of ever descending
And I may change the ending of never arriving again
To see joy around where I am

And after all, why not
When they're only trying to take her wings?
And after, all why not
When they're only getting in the way of things?
And she wants to see

And I just might change my mind for never landing
And I may change my tune of ever descending
And I may change the ending from never arriving again, again, again

From never arriving again
From never arriving again, again, again
From never arriving again