Little Wings

Today I went flying in my favorite patch of sky

I circled and I circled above the world so high

And I thought to myself, what a lovely lovely thing

To be up here with the clouds

To be flying right out loud on little wings

Then I met a 747

Then he knocked me right out of the sky

He landed down beside me

He looked me in the eye and said

I don't know why you even bother

I don't know why you even try

I don't know where you hope to get to

I don't know how you hope to fly on those little wings

Little wings

Little wings

Little wings

Now I don't want to be a jet airliner

I just want to be a little bird

I don't want to rip the skies wide open

I just want my song to be heard

And I don't want to be state of the art

I don't want to get there overnight

I just want to be part of all this beauty

Want to be part of all this flight on little wings

I'll never be a flea in your circus

I'll never be a prop up on your stage

I'll never be one more little songbird

You can try to keep inside your cage

You're never gonna tell me where to fly

You're never gonna tell me what to sing

And if I end up lost and all alone

At least I know I got there on my own two little wings

I guess that you reap what you sow

I guess it gets lonely at the top

I guess it gets harder and harder

To ever really know just when to stop