Michael's Bar

I've got a chair that sits in Michael's bar,
That place has seen the best of me,
You've got wings and I've got fleet of clay,
It's down to you to come to me

And I'm waiting...

I find a feather, I tie it to a stone,
To drag these things around a while,
I throw them out into the blue,
And I sit back inside myself

And I'm waiting,
As fast as I can,
As fast as I can,
As fast as I can,
As fast as I can,
As fast as I can...

And I'm waiting,
As fast as I can,
As fast as I can,
As fast as I can,
As fast as I can,
As fast as I can,
As fast as I can,
As fast as I can...