Wings made of paper, or wings made of plaster
Wings of an eagle, or airplane, or faster
Wings made of wind, made of luck, made of lies
Wings in a brush, in the hush of a night
Some wings are invisible, some wings are eterned to see
Some are hidden completly
Who says a hero`s a night on a charger
Braver and stronger and always much larger
Why not the guy in the tie on the train
Why not the bomb on the bench in the rain
Some wings are invisible, some wings are eterned to see
Some are hidden completly
Over your shoulder
Eather the blue
Something maybe calling
Calling you
Wings made of father, or wings made of bayble
If not for a wings or we ready or brable
Wings made of dreams, made of love, made of prayer
Wings made of things that can ride of the earth
Some wings are invisible, some wings are eterned to see
Are they hidden inside of you and me
