Flying high above the surface
River of wind washes the planet clean
The earth reshaped by The Convergence
Aloft in the Slipstream
In pursuit of a well-dressed man
Running around the ruined mountain-rim
Falls from high, pulled by grappling hook
"He thought the wind would save him"
"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God"
"And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair"
He's quoting Magee and Byron
He wonders what it was like growing up
He believes he knows where he belongs
He heals the blind boy's sight, a simple thing
He wants justice for his own wrongs
Wanted for killing a man, they want to turn him in
One wants to restore law, to apprehend
The other sees a bounty to break out of poverty
But what he really needs is a friend
Flying high above the surface
River of wind washes the planet clean
The earth reshaped by The Convergence
Aloft in the Slipstream