I made it past the wall you built
I'm pretty sure you never meant to toss me into wind
Yet here I am driftin
Like a paper plane

Headed out in the distance
Pickin up my speed like a bullet from gun
Drop a tear for the moment
Then travel on

I use to be a good man
I use to be a real real good man
I spent all my days thinking how she did me wrong
But now I know the wrong was my fault

Way up in the stratosphere
11 years and counting
You linger on

Need a chance to tell you
Sorry for the way I couldn't take a hint
If you see me driftin
Send a pray to god

I use to be a good man
I use to be a real real good man
I spent all my days thinking how she did me wrong
But now I know the wrong was my fault x2

I'm a bad man
I wish I could save me x3
I'm a bad man
Send a prayer to God