I heard you caught wind, where I'm going
I should've guessed that, you wouldn’t know
I made a promise to never touch this
But I never promised I was made of stone
And now my gloves are up again

Poor you, poor me, pour out the faith you're investing
Baby, I got to fly
Poor you, poor me, can't pour out the faith you request of me
Baby, I, got to fly

Once I got locked into the notion
That you're staying, I should've known
You're only reaching, when I'm pulling
In a different direction, I gotta go
And now my gloves are up again

Poor you, poor me, pour out the faith you're investing
Baby, I got to fly
Poor you, poor me, can't pour out the faith you request of me
Baby, I, got to fly

Whether you know it or not
I've got to put a stop to this
I’m gonna stop your persistence
Oh, now my gloves are up again
Now my gloves are up again

Poor you, poor me, pour out the faith you're investing
Baby, I got to fly
Poor you, poor me, can't pour out the faith you request of me
Baby, I, got to fly