I can't stand to fly, I'm not that naive, I'm just out to find, the better part of me. I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane, I'm more than some pretty face beside a train. It's not easy to be me. I wish that i could cry, fall upon my knees, find a way to lie, 'bout a home i'll never see. It may sound absurd, but don't be naive, even heroes have the right to bleed. I may be disturbed, but won't you concede, even heroes have the right to dream. It's not easy to be me.