I feel the pull and the rush of the gravity. Don't let me down, give me space, it don't worry me. I take a look, I believe I'm doing fine. Beside the fork in the road.
Just like unemotional bird. I'm flying low, and I hear every word. Holy father won't you look down on me. I'm here on in the gallery. . Ooh ooh. Admission I was feeling so low.