(To play without a capo replace the chords above by Bb, F, Gm, Dm & C) 


  Intro:       F     C     x 4 


F     C              Dm 
 He raised his hand 
          C                    F 
 For the last time she could stand 
          C          Dm         C 
 And the room was a grave that night 
F     C         Dm          C              F 
 She left a note, it said "I'm not coming home" 
          C            Dm        C 
 It took courage, but she took flight 

Am                  C             F      G 
 And what are you really holding onto? 
Am          C                     F                 G 
 Life is a tightrope, and you're burning, burning, burning both ends 
Am                C               F        G 
 It don't always move the way it ought to 
           Am        C      F         G 
 But don't let the ground drag you around 


       F        C 
 And these old wings 
       G 
 Have been a long time 
         Am 
 Been a long time coming 
   F        C 
 These old wings 
G               Am 
 Just gotta be good for something 
  F            C 
 Burn these strings  
G          Am 
 So I can see what these old  
   F       C 
 Broken things 
        G        Am 
 What these old wings can do 


F     C          Dm      C        F 
 She sold the car for $1100 bucks 
        C          Dm            C 
 And a bottle of something sweet 
F      C           Dm     C              F 
 She caught a train and counted seven stops 
      C             Dm          C 
 And got off when she felt free 

Am                  C             F      G 
 And what are you really holding onto? 
Am          C                     F                 G 
 Life is a tightrope, and you're burning, burning, burning both ends 
Am                C               F        G 
 It don't always move the way it ought to 
           Am        C      F         G 
 But don't let the ground drag you around 


       F        C 
 And these old wings 
       G 
 Have been a long time 
         Am 
 Been a long time coming 
   F        C 
 These old wings 
G               Am 
 Just gotta be good for something 
  F            C 
 Burn these strings  
G          Am 
 So I can see what these old  
   F       C 
 Broken things 
        G        Am 
 What these old wings can do 


Am    C   F   G 
   Flyyyyyyyyyyy 
Am    C   F   G 
   Flyyyyyyyyyyy 
     Am    C   F 
   Flyyyyyyyyyyy 
   G    F     G 
   Old wings high 

F      C           Dm 
 She found herself 
        C             F 
 Where people go in gloom 
        C             Dm       C 
 For friends that are buried there 
F      C         Dm   C           F 
 She wrote a note to God in a balloon 
      C            Dm    C 
 And watched as it disappeared 

Am                  C             F      G 
 And what are you really holding onto? 
Am          C                     F                 G 
 Life is a tightrope, and you're burning, burning, burning both ends 
Am                C               F        G 
 It don't always move the way it ought to 
           Am        C      F         G 
 But don't let the ground drag you around 


       F        C 
 And these old wings 
       G 
 Have been a long time 
         Am 
 Been a long time coming 
   F        C 
 These old wings 
G               Am 
 Just gotta be good for something 
  F            C 
 Burn these strings  
G          Am 
 So I can see what these old  
   F       C 
 Broken things 
        G        Am      F 
 What these old wings can do 

 F    C    G    Am    x 4 

 End on Am