Autumn breezes carry me away
I fly into the night
Nobody can hold me down if I have wings

I will soar into the sky, or maybe make a head-first dive
But anytime I try to run away, they pull me right back home

I feel like I'm a tool of the establishment
People using me to get others off their skin
How many times do I have to run away?

Winter snows blanket the ground
Soft and white and full of cold
And the warmth that comes afterwards will heal me

If I soar into the open wind, will it pull or push back?
Can you see the one thing that everyone is oblivious to?

I feel like I'm a tool of the establishment
People using me to get others off their skin
How many times do I have to run away?