I listen to this song about 5 times almost every day. I love it so much, and it was released just when I needed to hear it. It's These Old Wings by my favorite forgotten artist, Anna Nalick.
He raised his hand
for the last time she could stand.
That room was a grave at night.
She left a note that said I'm not coming home.
He took courage, but she took flight.
What are you really holding onto?
Life is a tightrope and you're burning, burning, burning both ends.
You don't always move the way you'd like to,
but don't let the ground drag you around.
And these old wings,
they've been a long time, been a long time coming,
these old wings, they just gotta be good for something.
Burn these strings, so I can see what these old broken things,
what these old wings can do.
She sold the car for eleven hundred bucks
and bought a bottle of something sweet.
She caught a train, and counted seven stops
and got off when she felt free.
She found herself where people go in gloom
for friends that are buried there.
She wrote a note to God on a balloon,
and watched as it disappeared.
What are you really holding onto?
Life is a tightrope and you're burning, burning, burning both ends.
You don't always move the way you'd like to,
but don't let the ground drag you around.
And these old wings,
they've been a long time, been a long time coming,
these old wings, they just gotta be good for something.
Burn these strings, so I can see what these old broken things,
what these old wings can do.
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