Wings of Tin

My feet are lead
My wings are tin
And I'm stuck on the roof tryin to fly again
But conditions are good and my will is right
So I'll spread my wings wide and take flight

I'm draggin my toes through the clouds as I go
Footprints I'm leaving in white
But I'm spelling your name
With the drops of the rain
High above your small house tonight
High above your small house tonight

Shadows, air and dust make the heart of man
The soul is weightless like the wind in the palm of you hand

Still my feet are lead
My wings are tin
And I'm up on the roof tryin to fly again
But conditions are good and my will is right
So I'll spread my wings wide and take flight
See me spread my wings wide and take flight

I will spread my wings wide and take flight

-Mike Barnet