I’m in the air, my arms extended, my legs out too
I soar across the highway and the fields of dew
I don’t fly high and I don’t go far
You see, I’ve been propelled by a car
My belt was twisted, behind me it sat
I was just lazy, not too short or fat.
But it was inconvenient, a pain in the ass
But then, so is flying through broken glass
So hail to me in my final flight
My broken wings on a cool dark night.
I had freedom in the seat, I moved at will
And now I sail, sail free still
Until I stop, hit a curb or a tree
It’s then I pay the maximum fee.