Flying Like a Bird

Nesting on the bookshelf Marking my place in a story just begun A photograph from the early chapters Of a metal band without a drum It was the summer of 1999 First I held a guitar on stage About the time I get nostalgic Is when I know it's time to turn the page I thought I was flying like a bird But I was just falling Aloft wings of wax I heard a voice calling I rose up to the sound A calm and mystic realm Thought I was flying like a bird Leafing through the photos Getting down, flight feathers coming in The Red Hot Chili Peppers catalog was my book of hymns It was the summer of 2001 In a garage on south San Juan Taking myself too seriously I should have just had more fun I thought I was flying like a bird But I was just falling Aloft wings of wax I heard a voice calling I rose up to the sound A calm and mystic realm Thought I was flying like a bird Maybe I was flying like a bird Pulling back the plastic sheet To add the photos from last night I could tell from the look on Chad's face That the band was sounding tight That's when it struck me Glory is less important than grace The resonance is inside of me It's not something for me to chase If there's one thing that I've learned Since my hands first touched these strings It's that birds don't dream of flying They just flap their wings I thought I was flying like a bird Maybe I'm just falling Aloft wings of wax I hear a voice calling I rise up to the sound A calm and mystic realm Thought I was flying like a bird Maybe I'm flying like a bird I thought I was flying like a bird Maybe I'm just falling Aloft wings of wax I hear a voice calling I rise up to the sound A calm and mystic realm Thought I was flying like a bird Maybe I'm flying like a bird