| A bright kite he’s hangin' from |
| Jon rides a glider above the clouds |
| He stepped off Haleakala |
| Ten thousand feet above the ground |
| High up over the mountain snow |
| He rides the air up high and thin |
| Tell us now, we gotta know: |
| How do you get to where you’ve been? |
| Because you make it look easy |
| You make it look easy, easy. |
| «Fun river to run,"she said. |
| Class 5 rapids is what she means |
| Weave through the boulders in one thin line |
| No room to eddy-out between |
| A 20-foot high falling wall |
| You ride it down like easy fun |
| What’s the trick to falls that tall? |
| How do you do the things you’ve done? |
| Because you make it look easy |
| You make it look easy, easy. |
| Really it’s driving long distance |
| Dialing in the gear |
| Studying the balance |
| Quieting the fear |
| All the hard landings |
| Teach you how to fall |
| But what do you get |
| For getting through it all? |
| You can’t keep it in a camera |
| Not a trophy on a shelf |
| Not a tale to tell the children |
| Not a way to prove yourself |
| It’s much bigger than we are |
| Can’t claim it as your own |
| But you’ve got to climb that mountain |
| To find your way back home |
| That’s how you make it look easy |
| You make it look easy, easy. |
| Mud enduros and motocross |
| Dishwashing money to buy my gas |
| Late at night in the cold garage |
| Building the engine that moved my past |
| Sliding out of the perfect turn |
| To hook up the traction just in time |
| Skip the second half of the double jump |
| Chase it right down to the finish line |
| That’s how you make it look easy |
| You make it look easy, easy. |
| Really it’s driving long distance |
| Dialing in the gear |
| Studying the balance |
| Quieting the fear |
| All the hard landings |
| All the tough breaks |
| Learning all of your lessons |
| Making all the mistakes |
| That’s how you make it look easy |
| You make it look easy, easy. |
| Make it look easy |
| Make it look easy, easy ---- |
| Hear the sound of the rushing wheels |
| Fly by in a gust of wind |
| A bright colored flock of steel |
| Stampede as the race begins |
| Later on up the winding climb |
| You break away and shake the pack |
| You made your move at the perfect time |
| Over your shoulder they’re off the back |
| That’s how you make it look easy, easy, easy… |