I heard a street singer play a song I knew

It brought me closer to you

I heard a street singer play a song I call my own

It brought me to my childhood home



Did you go back from where you came?

If I get there, will they have my name?

If they don't, I'll only have myself to blame

For all these things, true happiness is having wings



Life is a blurry-eyed, heavy-hearted whirlwind of a storm

Some things just hurt too much to cry

Memories are like shadows the light won't make disappear

I still see you smiling with your eyes



Did you go back from where you came?

If I get there, will they have my name?

If they don't, I'll only have myself to blame

For all these things, true happiness is having wings