Wings

Well, I heard you were a cherub child
You spilled your milk, then ran without a trace
When clouds are gathering like police
The tears roll down the backside of your head

′Cause you hadn't found the time
To clear the case file of the murders in your mind
I′m on a wing
I'm on a wing

Through solid gold binoculars
The tears of the snowman froze right to his face
Well, I snuck in through the carousel
And I found there was plenty of air out there on the wing

I just had to track you down
'Cause it′s been ten years now since you gunned my father down
I′m on a wing, I'm on a wing
I′m on a wing, I'm on a wing