Music: Chan Kinchla

Lyrics: John Popper





I remember hearing a story

About a girl who wanted to fly

Something about dreams as fragile as bubbles

Well perhaps it won't apply

It seems she'd flap her arms every day and every night

As hard and as long as she could

She knew her dream needed all the love she could give it

For it to do her any good



One night her heart spoke in a dream

It told her if you really love this believe, because



It takes the guiltiest of eyes

To condemn the man who dies

It takes a thousand of his best spies

To expose as many lies

It could take weeks for me to say

How it'll take forever to go away

And it takes everything you have

Everything to be in love



Well across the street there lived a little boy

Sad disfigured child with two humps on his back

Pitiful autistic little mess in a wheelchair

The other kids all named him Lack

But Lack started to take an interest

In that girl across the way

He'd watch in amazement from his window

While she flapped her arms

And that's how they'd spend their days

She'd soon inspire him to stand

That girl everyone called Featherhead

Made him clearly understand

That



It takes the guiltiest of eyes

To condemn the man who dies

It takes a thousand of his best spies

To expose as many lies

It could take weeks for me to say

How it'll take forever to go away

And it takes everything you have

Everything to be in love



Soon Lack could walk and talk and hide his humps

And people realized how clever he could be

Feather still dreaming about the skies

Unaware of how in love Lack was with she

One day she quit flapping her arms at last

Convinced that she'd accomplished nothing at all

When Lack heard this he ran, not walked to her house

And he begged her, yes he begged her not to let Rome fall



He said "Everything I am now is for and because of you

You see I understand your secret and I swear to God it's all true"



It takes the guiltiest of eyes

To condemn the man who dies

It takes a thousand of his best spies

To finally realize

That it takes the strength of Samson's hair

To enter if you dare

And it takes Icarus in flight

To provoke the gods to fight

It could take weeks for me to say

And it'll take forever to go away

And it takes everything you have

Everything to be in love



Well time wears on, and soon Featherhead and Lack had to grow up

Featherhead didn't quit and would be finishing flight school soon

She works for NASA exploring space

Flying regularly to Jupiter's seventh moon

Lack defying all laws of gravity and otherwise flew away

You see those humps on his back grew into great big gossamer wings

He changed his name to Luck because he had so much

He still flies where he's needed, doing all sorts of nifty and amazing things

From time to time they meet up in the sky to celebrate

Tax dollars and miracles can let the weirdest people date



It takes the guiltiest of eyes

To condemn the man who dies

It takes a thousand of his best spies

To expose as many lies

It could take weeks for me to say

How it'll take forever to go away

And it takes everything you have

Everything to be in love



I remember hearing a story...