(x4) 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 What these old wings can do   Flyyyyyyyyyyy   Flyyyyyyyyyyy Flyyyyyyyyyyy 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 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     (x4)