So I was young, I thought I could try.

There was no plans on ever goodbye.

Stood at the ledge and said I could fly.

You are all there and I’m wondering why.

Why ya all mad, and why ya all fussed?

Has ya never seen a poor boy concussed.

I really wasn’t great before the fall.

I had nothing that you wanted at all.

I just wanted to be standing that tall.

To be more like you and then I crawl.

Tell me why you are all mad and fussed?

Has ya never seen a boy concussed?