Don't call me the prodigal son

Because I ain't coming back

I'll make it on my own

Let me walk my own path

Don't worry about me

I've got everything I need

I want to see the world through my own eyes

Climb a mountain to see the sky

Across the stars on the other side

One of these days I won't be around

I'll rip my roots up from the ground

With wings of feathers, string and wax

I'll fly toward the sun

Until they melt from my back

Don't tell me there's nothing left to find

Nothing more than this

I'll stumble and I'll fall

But I'll find the strength to carry on

One of these days I won't be around

I'll rip my roots up from the ground

With wings of feathers, string and wax

I'll fly towards the sun

Until they melt from my back

One of these days I won't be around

I'll rip my roots up from the ground

With wings of feathers, string and wax

I'll fly towards the sun

Until they melt from my back