Big Wings

BIG WINGS
Words and Music by Georgia Stitt
©2000 Geocate Music (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved.

LYRICS:
Twelve miles north of Mississippi.
Nothin’ but cotton and road outside of my window.
The sun beats down and the air is dry.
I think of him as the clouds roll by.
And I watch the airplanes overhead
And my soul feels dead.

Three or four weeks between each visit.
A phone call each morning sayin, “Hon, it won’t be that long.”
I try to fake that I’m strong and tough
But I can’t get to him soon enough.
And again those airplanes zoom right by
But where the hell am I?

Big wings, take me to where he is.
I don’t wanna wait around anymore.
Lift me up from this broken place into the sky.
I want to fly.

All I ever wanted was to keep moving.
All I feel right now is trapped.
Just beyond those clouds, the light is improving.
Stuck beneath this sky, my spirit is sapped.
I don’t think it matters
How this stagnant cycle shatters,
But I can’t just sit here staring at these walls.
Adventure calls!
Adventure calls!
So…

No more waiting for the weekend.
I’ve packed my bags and I’m leavin’ nothing behind.
I can love his town. I can love his scene.
And I might love him,
But I’ll mostly love the change of routine.

So big wings, take me to where he is.
I don’t wanna wait around anymore.
Lift me up from this broken place into the sky.
Let me soar.
Let me fly.