Big Wings
Twelve miles North of Mississippi
Nothing but cotton and road outside my window
The sun beats down and the air is dry
I think of him as the clouds roll by
And I watch the airplanes overhead
And my soul feels dead
Three or four weeks between each visit
A phone call each mornin' sayin', "Hon, it won't be that long"
I try to fake that I'm strong and tough
But I can't get to him soon enough
And again those airplanes zoom right by
But where the hell am I?
Big wings take me to where he is
I don't want to wait around anymore
Lift me up from this broken place into the sky
I wanna fly
All I ever wanted was to keep moving
All I feel right now is trapped
Just beyond those clouds the light is improving
Stuck beneath this sky my spirit is sacked
I don't think it matters how this stagnant cycle shatters
But I can't just sit here staring at these walls
Adventure calls!
Adventure calls!
So, no more waiting for the weekend
I've packed my bags and I'm leaving nothing behind
I can love his town, I can love his scene, and I might love him
But I'll mostly love the change of routine
So, big wings take me to where he is
I don't want to wait around anymore
Lift me up from this broken place into the sky
Let me soar
Let me fly!
Nothing but cotton and road outside my window
The sun beats down and the air is dry
I think of him as the clouds roll by
And I watch the airplanes overhead
And my soul feels dead
Three or four weeks between each visit
A phone call each mornin' sayin', "Hon, it won't be that long"
I try to fake that I'm strong and tough
But I can't get to him soon enough
And again those airplanes zoom right by
But where the hell am I?
Big wings take me to where he is
I don't want to wait around anymore
Lift me up from this broken place into the sky
I wanna fly
All I ever wanted was to keep moving
All I feel right now is trapped
Just beyond those clouds the light is improving
Stuck beneath this sky my spirit is sacked
I don't think it matters how this stagnant cycle shatters
But I can't just sit here staring at these walls
Adventure calls!
Adventure calls!
So, no more waiting for the weekend
I've packed my bags and I'm leaving nothing behind
I can love his town, I can love his scene, and I might love him
But I'll mostly love the change of routine
So, big wings take me to where he is
I don't want to wait around anymore
Lift me up from this broken place into the sky
Let me soar
Let me fly!
Credits
Writer(s): Georgia Stitt
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