Where were the edges when you were a boy?
Out on the ocean, too bright to ignore
With reckless abandon, you pined for a life
Not bound by the water, the earth, or the sky

You saw the worst in the people you loved
Now Gordie's in prison, Pam is mean on a buzz
All things unwanted, wanting things that you lacked
Drove you to start running and to never look back

From home in Camano to the Elger Bay
Stolen car to steal a plane out of Idaho State
From Creston to Granite, you wouldn't be caught
Crashed down in that forest where you fired the first shot

Hard times and harder landings could not keep the bandit down
And with every mile he yearned to go farther
Leaving only the trace of bare feet on the ground

Across the midwestern plains you ran
Ditched cars, heat scores, break & entering
Until Indiana and a new set of wings
It's 1200 miles to the Caribbean

The cops found the plane, but they couldn't find you
Until one week later when your face, someone knew
In a boat bound for Cuba, the chase had to end
When they shot out the engine, you put the gun to your head

Hard times and harder landings could not keep the bandit down
And with every mile he yearned to go farther
Leaving only the trace of bare feet on the ground

Six years in prison, you said it was hell
Now Gordie's long gone – Pam never got well.
All for a dream you will not realize
Colton Harris-Moore still looks to the sky.