How'd you fathom such a name, read the river, call the Twain, mark the depth known to be safe, dear Sam?

Did you fancy your own mind deep enough to pass you by, high enough to keep you dry above the storms?

And if wrinkles merely indicate where smiles have spread across a face, a thousand laughing lines would trace back to you like rivers to a sea

Ooh

You can fly, you can swim

You got wings, you got fins

You can fly, you can swim

You can move through anything, angelfish

Oh, and your famous wit is laced with pain, your humor hides the bitter taste, the world's amused, but who could sense your sorrow?

Sorrow is the burning steam, the secret to your grand machine and tears are merely streams to laughter's ocean

Your brother's ghosts in the river deep, your daughter's haunting all your sleep, she laughs in a recurring dream, does it soothe or does it only sting?

Ooh

You can fly, you can swim

You got wings, you got fins

You can fly, you can swim

You can move through anything, angelfish

Oh, and I'm just the fool who wrote a song to you

Dear Sam, who's long been gone

In hopes I might learn how to cross

The flow of tears I'm floating on

With every mile another ghost

Tell me that I'm getting close

To the mark, you know, where water's safe to pass

Let me fly, angelfish

Oh, angelfish

Oh, angelfish

Oh, angelfish