Passed a man on a bridge
Over the freeway
Read of his flight in the news
Conscience is not kind
What was I to do
He leaps without faith
As the closing of doors on those close
Comes home
Fetch my luggage boy, be careful with that bag there
I'm off to see my old lady and I got to be prepared
So show me your ticket, I don't fly coach
I ride in first class with a bottle and a roach
He leaps without faith
As the closing of doors on those close
Comes home

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