High above cesar chavez boulevard Above the traffic gridlock courtyard Exhale the last bit of smog Way back down through the old man's shop From his eye falls one last tear drop A bigger man he wants to be I won't ever ever see Fly down to earth Never coming down for what it's worth I can't be seen Words come out but i don't know what they mean Bring me down, falling down Once again the wind currents shift Young boy on his bicycle It was a gift from his dad He met for the first time last night Thrown away rattled around Static noise closer to ground Filled with voices of people i've never met Pa** through them, felt them, but they never get Fly down to earth Never coming down for what it's worth I can't be seen Words come out but i don't know what they mean I can't be heard The way i feel must make me look absurd Bring me down, falling down