Ah...(oh), ah-ah, Ah...(oh), ah-ah, Ah...(oh), ah-ah, Ah...(oh) At overlooking the canyon, right where I'm descending, I swear I, See my former glory, still burning, it had every intent of returning Ah...(oh), ah-ah, Ah...(oh) And years of planning the landing, to prepare for jumping the canyon It's not death-defying, or cheering, it's the thrill of clearing, barely clearing Chorus: