I've got a chair that sits in Michael's bar
That place has seen the best of me
You've got wings and I've got fleet of clay
It's down to you to come to me

And I'm waiting...

I find a feather, I tie it to a stone
To drag these things around a while
I throw them out into the blue
And I sit back inside myself

And I'm waiting
As fast as I can
As fast as I can
As fast as I can
As fast as I can
As fast as I can...

And I'm waiting
As fast as I can
As fast as I can
As fast as I can
As fast as I can
As fast as I can
As fast as I can
As fast as I can...