You came by in the hat your mother knit you
In clothes that do not fit you anymore
You sat down in the corner of my bedroom
I hung the, 'Closed for Good' sign on my door
I said, "Nothing works today, everything is broken
Everything is choking on ambivalence"
You put a plastic angel on my desk and said
"I cannot fix this but this may help
To move you towards deliverance"
Glow in the dark plastic angel
It's the first day of spring
Nothing's making sense anymore
Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom ring
I finally get what my wings are for
I finally get what my wings are for
All day long Mom and Dad were fighting
Thunder and lightning through the walls
Sticks and stones can break a heart to pieces
But it's nothing like the damage from no phone calls
I wish that I could speak, I'd tell her not to bother
I'd tell her he's my father, not the king
I wish that he would stay but he won't be held by duty
I wish he saw the beauty in the ring
Glow in the dark plastic angel
It's the first day of spring
Nothing's making sense anymore
Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom ring
I finally get what my wings are for
I finally get what my wings are for
You came by when everything was broken
Bringing me this token of your love
You laughed and said, "It's only superstition
But I'm making it my mission to relieve you
Of this tired broken world"
"There's just no way to fight it
Sit down and be quiet, I won't go
Here's an angel for your desk, it's only a reminder
I'm leaving her behind so you will always know I'm here"
Glow in the dark plastic angel
It's the first day of spring
Nothing's making sense anymore
Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom ring
I finally get what my wings are for
I finally get what my wings are for
Artist: Fleetwood Mac
Artist: No Use For A Name
Artist: Rich Homie Quan