Hey you, I slide.
I’m feelin’ good on the outside.
It’s me, I lied.
I’m feeling good on the inside.

Oh, I might have known, behind the trombone.
And I might have grown, if you had left me alone.

Hey you, I ride.
I’m feeling fried on the inside.
Uh oh, denied.
I’m seein’ you by the pool-side.

Where’d you want to go?
Back to the chateau?
I might go solo,
Right out the window.

Up and away. I’m goin’ down.

It’s true, I cried.
I say love is a riptide.
I lied, stateside.
I’m tryin’ not to imply,

That I still love you. Those days are over.
And I’ll see it through. I’m movin’ slower.

Up and away. I’m goin’ down.

Hey you, I ride.
I’m feelin’ fine on the inside.
Uh oh, denied.
I’m leavin’ you by the wayside.

Where’d you want to go?
Back to the plateau?
I might go solo,
Right out the window.

Up and away. I’m goin’ down.