In many ways he was you and me...
Raised to think that he had to be
At the top where he could see the way...
Climbed the ladder to the highest rung
From a star his noose was strung.
Perhaps it’s true, “the good die young.”
They say...
That he was losing altitude
Looking for something to change his mood
As his world was coming unglued
Losing altitude...
At the top he was scared of the heights
Too many long and restless nights
Waiting for the sun to light the day
Until you craved the perfect high
To make you feel like you could fly
John, did you really have to die that way....?
Losing altitude
Looking for something to change your mood
As your world was coming unglued
Losing altitude... Losing altitude...
You followed that white line one step too far
Life had left you bruised and scarred
Fallen like a shooting star...
Losing altitude
Looking for something to change your mood
As your world was coming unglued
Losing altitude... Losing altitude...
Losing Altitude
words/music ©1983 Jerry Mills/ASCAP
printed with permission
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