Seventy days to cross the ocean 

Seventy nights where no one’s gonna hear me fall 

Freddie Mercury, “I’ve sometimes wished 

I’d never been born at all” 



I remain unphotographed yea 

I don’t exaggerate my intelligence 

I might turn a broom into a tree 

But I’ll never be one of them 



I fly, cause there’s no why in getting beaten up by 

a guy who cries before he fights 



I don’t want em to see me like this 

The way they like to kick people when their down 

You said, ‘please stop worrying bout this 

They stop kicking once you’re down’ 



There’s Mistaken Point, Newfoundland 

There’s Moonbeam, Ontari-ari-o 

There are places I’ve never been 

and always wanted to go 



I fly, cause woe betide a guy who just lives to fight 

Fly, love is to try and die trying 



Fly, yea, that’s right 

Fly, yea, that’s right 

Try, love is to try and die trying 



Coastline rising out of the ocean 

Coastline rises like a pair of glowing thighs 

Theres something down deep inside me says, 

‘Where ya been all my life.’ 



Fly, turn your back, get your face in the sky 

Fly, love is to try and die trying 

Try, left and right, across your mind 

Try, love is to try and die trying