[Verse 1]
At the rate that I've been going I can't breathe again
A falcon flying through the trees
Some of us leave
But you'll stay
I saw it in your face

[Verse 2]
Don't let up
It'll get rough
Don't cross us
We'll be in the woods
Telephone
Wanna go home
It gets old
No one ever told us it'd take so damn long

[Verse 3]
If all of this isn't a dream
And all is never as it seems
And all of this is history
Well, I'm tired and tongue-tied
Flying through the trees