I asked the habitual party goer just how high
she thought she'd get
And I asked the ethereal girls if they were floating yet

And so I asked the light of the day
what's this rush for heaven
Then I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again

The tabloid tainted actress knows the myth of higher ground
The thing she got from playing a nun
she got from sleeping around

And so I asked the light of the day
what's this rush for heaven
Then I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again

And I've been running uphill, panting, punching at the air
Fighting what's been pushing me down
as if it's really there

And so I asked the light of the day
what's this rush for heaven
Then I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again

And I saw all this climbing, climbing
just as far from heaven
Then I saw a bird fly away, and I started climbing again