You by in the hat your mother knit you In clothes do not fit you anymore You sat down in the of my bedroom I hung the, for Good' sign on my door
I said, "Nothing works today, is broken Everything is on ambivalence" You put a plastic on my desk and said "I cannot fix this but this may To you towards deliverance"
in the dark plastic angel It's the first day of Nothing's making sense Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom I get what my wings are for I finally get what my are for
All day Mom and Dad were fighting Thunder and lightning through the Sticks and can break a heart to pieces But nothing like the damage from no phone calls
I wish that I speak, I'd tell her not to bother I'd tell her he's my father, not the I wish that he would stay but he won't be by duty I wish he saw the beauty in the
Glow in the dark plastic the first day of spring Nothing's making anymore Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom I finally get what my are for I finally get what my are for
You came by when everything was Bringing me token of your love You laughed and said, "It's superstition But I'm making it my to relieve you Of this tired world"
"There's just no way to it Sit and be quiet, I won't go Here's an for your desk, it's only a reminder I'm leaving her behind so you will know I'm here"
Glow in the dark plastic the first day of spring Nothing's making anymore five miles an hour, let freedom ring I finally get my wings are for I finally get my wings are for