Wings

Well, I heard you were a cherub child

You spilled your milk, then ran without a trace

When clouds are gathering like police

The tears roll down the backside of your head

'Cause you hadn't found the time

To clear the case file of the murders in your mind

I'm on a wing

I'm on a wing

Through solid gold binoculars

The tears of the snowman froze right to his face

Well, I snuck in through the carousel

And I found there was plenty of air out there on the wing

I just had to track you down

'Cause it's been ten years now since you gunned my father down

I'm on a wing, I'm on a wing

I'm on a wing, I'm on a wing