Down from yon roof there holds
A story 'bout a man that was never told
He'd wake up in the mornin'
When that big bell rings
And he'd climb into his treehouse
To collect his wings
He'd fly over this town
For to call out loud
And prey upon the doors
Who do no proud
He'd wish them all hell
Then he'd glide away
Put away those wings
At the end of day

Singing: Hey, I'm living
Hey, I'm living

Well he wakes up on the bus
Heading out of town
With a picture of his girl
His guitar spun round
He starts to play a tune
That he don't know how
And little girls and boys
Begin to sing it loud

Singing: Hey, I'm living
Hey, I'm living

Well, thirty years go by
I got the old wings
And the little girls and boys
Have become the town
Yanno he sees it in the face
Of a young man now
The same reasons to hate
Same reasons so loud

Hey, I'm living
Hey, I'm living

Hey, I'm living
Hey, I'm living

Hey, I'm living
Hey, I'm living