Wings made of paper, or wings made of plaster
Wings of an eagle, or airplane, or faster
Wings made of wind, made of luck, made of lies
Wings in a brush, in the hush of a night

Some wings are invisible, some wings are eterned to see
Some are hidden completly

Who says a hero`s a night on a charger
Braver and stronger and always much larger
Why not the guy in the tie on the train
Why not the bomb on the bench in the rain

Some wings are invisible, some wings are eterned to see
Some are hidden completly

Over your shoulder
Eather the blue
Something maybe calling
Calling you

Wings made of father, or wings made of bayble
If not for a wings or we ready or brable
Wings made of dreams, made of love, made of prayer
Wings made of things that can ride of the earth

Some wings are invisible, some wings are eterned to see
Are they hidden inside of you and me