I duct-taped all my wounds up and I sucked up the pain
I rode my deadly treadly right into the night
I thought there's no point in sleepin', I'm up and about
I think that I'll go out and try to fly
I, I think that I can fly
I pumped my back tire back up and I reset my chain
I had the burnin' desire to ignite the flame inside my frames
As I rode down deadly downs and let go of my handlebars
And spread my arms out wide
I, I think that I can fly
I, I think that I can fly
I duct-taped all my wounds up and I sucked up the pain
Engraved the words and date in the tombstone of my grave
And it read, "Ain't got a long time, there is no right time"
How long's a lifetime? How long's a long time?
Long enough to blink and eye and think that you can fly
From March 12, 1994 to I think that I can fly
