Lyrics:
Driving up Bonefish Mountain, I think today's the day
I think I'm finally gonna fly away
My hands and feet are sweatin', my heart has come alive
My brain is dancing like a hippie child
I used to save for retirement, but that's no longer for me
I smell the ghostly flowers of my faded destiny
The canyon's beauty slaps me in the face, trees and boulders speak to me
My body hesitates as I stare endlessly
I put on my sky tuxedo and I open up my wings
Goddamn those white blood cells, they're killing me
I'm tired of this sympathy, thoughts and prayers go away
I'm more alone than I've ever been as they stumble over what they try to say
My eyes will be wide open as I soar across the sky
I'm living in my wingsuit before I die
I take a breath and look behind me one more time
As the wind picks up around me, the Earth declines
As my fear floats away, I think that I can see the light
Angels smiling down upon my virgin flight
Last call for second thoughts, will I cheat the Great Beyond?
Now I'm running towards the edge and I'm gone
Details: Kirk and I wrote a song in last year's Song-a-day January (Day 27: Art, Not Math), and we decided to do it again! This time we decided to do something a bit more upbeat based on a banjo riff of Kirk's. The topic came from something Kirk was watching last night, a video of people gliding in wingsuits, which is a cool looking sport, but something like 20% of people die doing it, so it's definitely not something you want to do unless something dire is afoot.
This song took about 4 hours to write and then another 30 to 45 minutes to record.
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