You were running down the highway on your bended knees
Now you're off tongue wagging with the birds and bees
You were preaching up a storm on a throne of gold
Now you're off rough riding with the rodeo
Universal person what's your point of view
When you're out of your skin in a short while standing anew
Universal person, when the morning comes
When you're out on a limb will you still be holding on
You were a high flying bird in a burning sky
But now you sit around waiting for the world to die
You were a man with a mission on a higher plane
But now you're tied to the tracks of the gravy train
Universal person what's your point of view
You'll be out of your skin in a short while standing anew
Universal person, when the morning comes
When you're out on a limb will you still be holding on