I asked the habitual party goer just how high she thought she'd get,nAnd I asked the ethereal girls if they were floating yetnnAnd so I asked the light of the day, what's this rush for heaven,nThen I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again.nnThe tabloid tainted actress knows the myth of higher ground.nThe thing she got from playing a nun she got from sleeping around.nnAnd so I asked the light of the day, what's this rush for heaven,nThen I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again.nnAnd I've been running uphill, panting, punching at the air,nFighting what's been pushing me down, as if it's really there.nnAnd so I asked the light of the day, what's this rush for heaven,nThen I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again.nnAnd I saw all this climbing, climbing, just as far from heaven,nThen I saw a bird fly away, and I started climbing again.