I could have learnt how to fly,
should have, but
ti was hard enough to live and
watching time go by
took  
all my time.

I should have done it
look at me now shuffling my feet.

And I never got to meet Wilbur
or Orville,
they flew and they flew because
they knew that time
was the enemy and time stuck
it to me.

If I'd known what it was
to have flown, to be
wind brushed like a kite,
I might
be happier.

At sea pressure, the pressure
gets to me,
up there
I'd be free.