Anna Nalick - These Old Wings lyrics

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