| Eight years old with a floursack cape |
| Tied all around his neck |
| He climbed up on the garage |
| He’s figurin' what the heck |
| Well, he screwed up his courage up so tight |
| That the whole thing come unwound |
| He got a runnin' start and bless his heart |
| He’s headed for the ground |
| Well (yes) he’s one of those who knows that life |
| Is just a leap of faith |
| Spread your arms and hold your breath |
| And always trust your cape |
| Now he’s all grown up with a floursack cape |
| Tied all around his dreams |
| And he’s full of spit and vinegar |
| And he’s bustin' at the seams |
| Well, he licked his finger and he checked the wind |
| It’s gonna be do or die |
| He wasn’t scared of nothin' boys |
| He was pretty sure he could fly |
| Well (yes) he’s one of those who knows that life |
| Is just a leap of faith |
| Spread your arms and hold your breath |
| And always trust your cape |
| Now he’s old and gray with a floursack cape |
| Tied all around his head |
| He’s still jumpin' off the garage |
| And will be till he’s dead |
| All these years the people said |
| He was actin' like a kid |
| He did not know he could not fly |
| So he did |
| Well (yes) he’s one of those who knows that life |
| Is just a leap of faith |
| Spread your arms and hold your breath |
| And always trust your cape |
| Well (yes) he’s one of those who knows that life |
| Is just a leap of faith |
| Spread your arms and hold your breath |
| And always trust your cape |