di McCready, Vedder
PEARL JAM
He could’ve tuned in, tuned in
But he tuned out
A bad time nothing could save him
Alone in a corridor waiting locked out
He got up outta there ran for hundreds of miles
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up set him down on his knee
A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings “hey look at me now”
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh power oh
He’s flying
Whole, high wide, oh…