I was driving from the day. I was born. I can picture it now and how. I feel standing on my grandfather's knee. Holding on to the steering wheel. Out onto the desert roads. And all the years of in between. I was always going too fast. One part blood and one of gasoline. Do they come to see a man fall - or to see him fly?. The neon chrome in the dazzling sun. The money I've lost and the money I've won. All of it here then all of it gone. If I tell you that the world is hard. All bleached out bone crushed to sand. I'll tell you that I kept my word. And more than that I never gave a damn. There are those that come with an easy smile. Maybe that is what they're for. I was gone twenty-nine days. You only get from me what you pay me for. Do they come to see a man fall - or to see him fly?. Do they come to see a man fall - or to see him fly?. So did you come to see a man fall - or to see him fly?. The river is deep the valley is wide. There's something waiting on the other side. Crash the gates of heaven wide. I'll take it now - and have a crack at the angels