He's Flying

He's flying, he's flying,
Far and away,
When he feels like crying,
He drinks his sorrows away.
He's high, high in the sky,
Watching as the colors fly by,
But be careful when you're tripping,
Make sure not to fall,
For there's real danger in slipping,
When you're so high in the sky, after all.
He's flying, he's flying,
Far and away,
When he feels like dying,
He drinks his sorrows away,
And this high may give him wings,
Apathy, and a feel-good among other things,
But it's only a matter of time,
Until the hands of fate chime,
Before turning back is no use,
Before all hell breaks loose,
Before they cook his goose,
Before he steps into the noose,
It's only a matter of time,
Before his flight comes to a crash,
Only a matter of time,
Before he lies face-down in ash,
Laying in the debris,
Of reality.