| Can't put out the fire with my bare hands | |
| Not even I need to understand how | |
| I'm getting there | |
| Said a prayer with broken wings | |
| Hoping to move toward greater things now | |
| And face the fear | |
| That I'm driftin' | |
| Closer toward the skyline | |
| Lookin' down on my life | |
| Tryin' to get just one thing right | |
| The second I start second guessing | |
| Let go like a confession | |
| Seeing what I was born to find | |
| Flying for the first time | |
| I was the kind who played it safe | |
| Wouldn't take a risk or leap of faith not | |
| Before the leap? | |
| Fear has a way of playing games | |
| Go a little, go your separate ways | |
| But as for me | |
| I'm driftin' | |
| Closer toward the skyline | |
| Lookin' down on my life | |
| Tryin' to get just one thing right | |
| The second I start second guessing | |
| Let go like a confession | |
| Seeing what I was born to find | |
| Flying for the first time | |
| Led to the open flame | |
| Barely escaped | |
| Now I'll never be the same | |
| I'm driftin' | |
| Closer toward the skyline | |
| Lookin' down on my life | |
| Tryin' to get just one thing right | |
| The second I start second guessing | |
| Let go like a confession | |
| Seeing what I was born | |
| I'm driftin' | |
| Closer toward the skyline | |
| Lookin' down on my life | |
| Tryin' to get just one thing right | |
| The second I start second guessing | |
| Let go like a confession | |
| Seeing what I was born to find | |
| Flying for the first time | |
| Flying for the first time | |
| I put out the fire with my bare hands |