Poor you, Poor me, Poor out faith you’re investing, Baby, I, Got to fly,
Poor you, Poor me, Can't Poor out the faith you request of me, Baby, I, Got to fly!

Once I got locked, Into the notion,
That you’re staying, I should’ve known,
You’re only reaching, When I’m pulling, In a different direction, I gotta go,
And Now my gloves are up again,