Flying

February 8, 2019

Grandma wasn’t happy, the buttons on her dress
Buckled under pressure, battling her breasts
My face and hands were dirty, I didn’t stand a chance with her that day

Nothing I could do, nothing I could say
To make her believe what I had done that day
But I would swear, I would swear that I was flying

The horses in their harness were dirtier than me
Down besides the river we had run til we were free
So I was late for supper, missed my father for the night
But tell me how the time of man could meet me in mid-flight?

Nothing I could do, nothing I could say
To make her believe what I had done that day
But I would swear, I would swear that I was flying

She’s frowning, but not at me
Deep down I think she’s glad to see
Me flying

What is it to grow up, to trade in all your wings
For sauerkraut and housecoats, the news the mailman brings
For chocolates you ration to children in your care
Who have no use for combs or soap or brushing out their hair

What else can you do, what else can you say
To make them believe in gravity and pain
I guess you pray, pray to God they’re really flying
I guess you pray, pray to God they’re really flying
Let us pray, let us pray they’re really flying