[Verse 1]
Couldn't tuned in, but he tuned out
A bad time, nothing could save him
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles, yeah
He made it to Wrigley, 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, say, "Hey, look at me now"
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Woah, woah-oh-oh, woah

[Chorus]
He's flying
Whole
High wide, oh

[Verse 2]
He floated back down cause he wanted to share
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
Oh but first he was stripped and then he was stabbed
By faceless men, 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 is seen a strange spot in the sky
A human being that was given to fly
[Chorus]​​
He's flying
Whole
High wide, oh

[Spoken Word: Eddie Vedder]
Alright, hey, this here number is one we don't get to play enough, and it was inspired by a guy named Mikhail Bulgakov - he's a Russian author - and it was written by Jeff Amen. He's really the intellectual of the group. And tonight we'd like to dedicate this to he and his lady, Pandora

[Begins playing "Pilate" and stop abruptly]

[Spoken Word: Eddie Vedder]
Can I get it right? I need to get it right