Treehouse Wings

Down from yon roof there holds

A story 'bout a man that was never told

He'd wake up in the mornin' when that big bell rings

And he'd climb into his treehouse to collect his wings

He'd fly over this town for to call out loud

And prey upon the doors who do no proud

He'd wish them all hell then he'd glide away

Put away those wings at the end of day

Singing hey, I'm living

Oh hey, I'm living

Well he wakes up on the bus heading out of town

With a picture of his girl, his guitar spun round

Oh, he starts to play a tune that he don't know how

And little girls and boys begin to sing it loud

Singing hey, I'm living

Oh hey, I'm living

Well thirty years go by, I got the old wings now

And the little girls and boys have become the town

You know, he sees it in the face of a young man now

The same reasons to hate, same reasons so loud

Hey, I'm living

Oh hey, I'm living

Hey, I'm living

Oh hey, I'm living

Hey, I'm living

Hey, I'm living