Written By: Eddie Vedder, Mike McCready

Lyrics (Start at 0:14):

He coulda tuned in, tuned in, but he tuned out
A bad time, nothing could save him

Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
He got up out of there, ran for hundreds of miles

He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee

A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings, “Hey, look at me now”

Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, oh, oh

He’s flying, oh
High, wide, oh

He floated back down ’cause he wanted to share
This key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere

But first he was stripped, and then he was stabbed
By a faceless man, well fuckers, he still stands

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
The love he receives is the love that is saved
And sometimes he’s seen a strange spot in the sky
A human being that was given to fly

Flying, oh
High
Flying, oh
He’s flying, oh
High, oh, oh