Everybody has a certain moment
Days when their brains are incomplete
Who knows what leads us through the phases
To places that we never should be?

Sometimes, we act like little children
And poke ourselves with a stick in the eye
Not thinking of the pain it brings
A stupid idea's special thing
Like flying without wings

To go to school on Sunday morning
To try to juggle twenty knives
To try to milk a male llama
Such silly things that make you laugh or cry

Or strike a hole in the hull of a ship
Just 'cause you need a swimming pool
Such foolishness doesn't make sense
And yet it never ends
Like flying without wings

So impossible, such you might think
I'll never do such ridiculous things
But who's to know when common sense goes
You'd do the same exactly

Well, for me, it's singing this song to you
Thinking I've the finest voice
When you know I can't carry a tune
And all that I can make is noise

Or skating on ice an inch or less
Thinking that I'll be just fine
And just like flying without wings
Doing such crazy things
I'm flying without wings

And so before you choose to tease
Somebody else, think, please
They're flying without wings
But by God's grace, you'd be
Just flying without wings