[Almost no one listens.
The Prophet's initial exuberance is dampened by weariness as Those Who Will Not See become more determined to look away.
They mock the Prophet while spreading lies about him.
He is perplexed that being Truthful can fuel such unbridled hatred.
The Prophet remembers how easy it was when He Would Not See]

Tin sounds and the nagging of change
Planted feet that won't rearrange
Big hope getting harder to change

I wish I was flying
Out there again
I wish I was flying
Flying again

Ten thousand hard miles to go
It's gonna take forever going this slow
And the timing is the one fatal blow

I wish I was flying again

When I was a little boy
I had to go to school
Following my best with every rule
Perfect lines all the time
Never questioning or straying from the lines

I wish I was flying
Out there again
I wish I was flying
Flying again