[Storyteller.]

I don’t know where I’m at.
I’m standing at the back
and I’m tired of waiting,
waiting here in line,
hoping that I’ll find
what I’ve been chasing.

I shot for the sky;
I’m stuck on the ground.
So why do I try?
I know I’m gonna fall down.
I thought I could fly,
so why did I drown?
I'll never know why it’s
coming down, down, down.

Not ready to let go,
'cause then I'd never know
what I could be missing.
But I’m missing way too much,
so when do I give up
what I’ve been wishing for?

I shot for the sky;
I’m stuck on the ground.
So why do I try?
I know I’m gonna fall down.
I thought I could fly,
so why did I drown?
I'll never know why it’s
coming down, down, down.
Oh I am going down, down, down,
can’t find another way around,
and I don’t want to hear the sound
of losing what I never found...