When Adam's plane went down in Rome

I thought I was the last to see him

Standing all alone on the sidewalk

Maybe I was too young to know

Maybe I saw a bit of me in him

And in the strange wind whipping all around us

We began ordinary citizens

Washed up and so what

Born late

Too late

God it seems we've been stumbling a bit

When Adam's plane went down in France

I just covered up his body

I'll admit I didn't know what I was doing

Maybe I should have looked ahead

Or lived only for the moment

With a bit of red wine

He stumbled in to meet me

Who am I to complain

Washed up and so what

Born late

Too late

God it seems we've been stumbling a bit

But Adam says "I'm fine "

When Adam's plane went down in Oklahoma

I had nearly forgotten all about him

There was no blood

He had no holes cut through him

Still I looked away

Let me try to explain

He's still alive and he's haunting me

We may end caged animals

God it seems we've been stumbling a bit

But Adam says "I'm fine "

In a way we looked over our shoulders

In a way made it hard for ourselves

In the sky is a bird that considers

Where to fly and nobody else

In a way we were old to begin with

In a way made it hard for ourselves

In the sky is a bird that considers

Where to fly and nobody else