Television lies, radio secrets
They say the earth is flat, but I've got a theory
I grab my things and head on toward the sky, the sky,
It always comes back to challenge what I always thought I knew
The sky ripped open for me, and I saw you smiling
You told me where to run, then you left me standing
Well I know there must be more beyond that shore
Grab my things and head on out the door, the door
It always comes back to challenge what I always thought I knew
There I go again, over gravity
Somebody once told me
You can be anything you want to be
So grab your things and head on towards the sky, the sky
It always comes back to challenge what I always thought I knew
