| Song | Wingsuit |
| Artist | Phish |
| Album | Mansfield, MA |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Steal away, let’s steal a car | |
| You’ll never win a major only shooting par | |
| Step outside, feel the sun | |
| It’s only you, be you, ‘cause you’re the only one | |
| And it feels good ‘cause it feels good | |
| And it feels good | |
| Nothing lasts, nothing stays | |
| Caught in this procession of unchanging days | |
| What’s new is old, what’s old is gone | |
| You’re pushed up to the edge, so put your wingsuit on | |
| Put your wingsuit on | |
| (And it feels good ‘cause it feels good | |
| And it feels good) | |
| And gliding away, you fly where you choose | |
| There’s nothing to say and nothing to lose | |
| Steal away, paint the sky | |
| Put your wingsuit on | |
| And gliding away, you fly where you choose | |
| There’s nothing to say, and nothing to lose | |
| Time to put your wingsuit on |
| Steal away, let' s steal a car | |
| You' ll never win a major only shooting par | |
| Step outside, feel the sun | |
| It' s only you, be you, ' cause you' re the only one | |
| And it feels good ' cause it feels good | |
| And it feels good | |
| Nothing lasts, nothing stays | |
| Caught in this procession of unchanging days | |
| What' s new is old, what' s old is gone | |
| You' re pushed up to the edge, so put your wingsuit on | |
| Put your wingsuit on | |
| And it feels good ' cause it feels good | |
| And it feels good | |
| And gliding away, you fly where you choose | |
| There' s nothing to say and nothing to lose | |
| Steal away, paint the sky | |
| Put your wingsuit on | |
| And gliding away, you fly where you choose | |
| There' s nothing to say, and nothing to lose | |
| Time to put your wingsuit on |
| Steal away, let' s steal a car | |
| You' ll never win a major only shooting par | |
| Step outside, feel the sun | |
| It' s only you, be you, ' cause you' re the only one | |
| And it feels good ' cause it feels good | |
| And it feels good | |
| Nothing lasts, nothing stays | |
| Caught in this procession of unchanging days | |
| What' s new is old, what' s old is gone | |
| You' re pushed up to the edge, so put your wingsuit on | |
| Put your wingsuit on | |
| And it feels good ' cause it feels good | |
| And it feels good | |
| And gliding away, you fly where you choose | |
| There' s nothing to say and nothing to lose | |
| Steal away, paint the sky | |
| Put your wingsuit on | |
| And gliding away, you fly where you choose | |
| There' s nothing to say, and nothing to lose | |
| Time to put your wingsuit on |