Little Wings
Little Wings
Little Wings
Little Wings
Little Wings
Little Wings
Little Wings
Little Wings
Little Wings
Little Wings
Little Wings
Little Wings
Little Wings
Little Wings
I knew shredder
When he used to hang at the park
In the late afternoon
I never talked to him
I only watched while he tear
Turns out the ground
Or whatever's around
All his wheels would slide out
But he'd stay cool
I knew the guy that they once
Called the shredder it's true
And I watched the day fade
On the ramp that we made
And I asked myself
Where should I go now
A new wave has dawned
And the novelty's gone
So I'm told
And what kind of turn
Would I now need to learn
To keep up when I'm feeling
So slowed down
I might feel better
If I knew the shredder felt old
But I see the sunset
On the lump that I get
In my throat
That I get when I try to tell
A story it grows
Like a parking lot goes on the ground
And if the shredder's still shredding
I feel like forgetting
I ate his dust long ago
He may remember
But somehow I doubt that he knows