On Borrowed Wings

Hey babe
Do you still have the map I gave you
With our routes and dreams all sketched in blue
Oh babe, do you

In that end report you wrote
Did I rate a chapter, a verse, or just an anecdote

You can't fly too far on borrowed wings
Even if the sky is clear and blue
There's the cost, the dues and the reckoning
But in the end, it's more about your work
Than about your virtue

Hey babe
And if you ask I must confess
Your strings and things my garden acquiesced
Oh babe
Hey babe
And if you saw my opera book
I know you'd roll your eyes, after just one look

You can't fly too far on borrowed wings
Even if the sky is clear and blue
There's the cost, the dues and the reckoning
But in the end, it's more about your work
Than about your virtue

So if your pros and cons are clear
And your weft and warp counts have been weighed
In the end, you sleep in the bed you've made

Hey babe
Well I hope we traded laughs
In between love's paper cuts, and those large skin grafts
Oh babe

You can't fly too far on borrowed wings
Even if the sky is clear and blue
There's the cost, the dues and the reckoning
But in the end, it's more about your work
Than about your virtue