He raised his hand, for the last time she could stand

And the room was a grave that night

She left a note, it said "I'm not coming home"

It took courage, but she took flight.

And what are you really holding onto?

Life is a tightrope, and you're burning, burning, burning both ends

It don't always move the way it ought to

But don't let the ground drag you around.

And these old wings

Have been a long time, been a long time coming

These old wings

Just gotta be good for something

Burn these strings so I can see what these old broken things

What these old wings can do.

She sold the car for $1100 bucks

And a bottle of something sweet

She caught a train and counted seven stops

And got off when she felt free.

And what are you really holding onto?

Life is a tightrope, and you're burning, burning, burning both ends

It don't always move the way it ought to

But don't let the ground drag you around.

And these old wings

Have been a long time, been a long time coming

These old wings just gotta be good for something

Burn these strings so I can see what these old broken things

If these old wings can fly.

Fly, fly, fly

Fly old wings, high.

She found herself

Where people go in gloom

For friends that are buried there

She wrote a note to god in a balloon

And watched as it disappeared.

And what are you really holding onto?

Life is a tightrope, and you're burning, burning, burning both ends

You don't always move the way it ought to

But don't let the ground drag you around.

And these old wings

Have been a long time, been a long time coming

These old wings have just gotta be good for something

Burn these strings so I can see what these broken things

With these old wings can do.