“Sitting here with the gun in my hand,
Ideas that come and go.
Crying my heart out, ready to blow out.
But I keep saying “no, no.”
I've been here before, and I know that I can
Do it if I try.
But why, oh, why,
Do you stumble before you fly?
My jets stopped turning.
My fire's stopped burning.
'Cause right now I'm learning,
How to get to the other side.
It's a game of waiting.
And contemplating.
Why am I delaying?
So I can get to the other,
Get to the other side!
(Get to the other side! Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Get to the other side! Hey!)
So I can get to the other,
Get to the other!
Still contemplating, methods creating,
The longer that I go.
Don't really know how, I won't give up now,
Until I hit the floor.
With time, it gets better, you’ll get better weather.
Moving on without me.
Hey, hey, hey!
Won't stop ’till I’ve passed away.
My jets stopped turning.
My fire's stopped burning.
'Cause right now I'm learning,
How to get to the other side.
My life sure‘s heavy,
And it’s unsteady.
But I think I’m ready.
So I can get to the other,
Get to the other side!”
(Get to the other side! Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Get to the other side! Hey!)
So I can get to the other,
Get to the other side!