Baby, there's not much left for you to take tonight
I've got twenty dollars and a pack of cigarettes
And Ma, she's not that far away now
But far enough away to seem a comic tragic figure

And Dad's not that much older than me tonight
And landlord knows that he's no richer
And I'm not ready for this close-up, Mr De Mille
Oh but I'll fill every corner of this uneven picture

Take these bones and break them to make me wings
That I can fly away on
Take these empty veins and fill them with wind
That I can sail away on.

This dot-to-dot life is no longer connected
The optimist in me has retired
And everything's broken like glass; or waves; or girl's hearts
And I don't take plastic anymore, so cheque in with me

Take these bones and break them to make me wings
That I can fly away on
Take these empty veins and fill them with wind
That I can sail away on.

Make me make sense again
Kindly won't you wake me when
I don't have to blindly drive on
Rent me a new lease on life
A slightly smoother landing strip
Than I can land alive on
Give me something concrete
Or maybe something to believe in
A slightly happy end
Or just buy me one more ticket
To some place we've never heard of
Where we can be free again...

Take these bones and break them to make me wings
That I can fly away on
Take these broken wings and put them in my bones
That I might rest my life on
Take these sailing winds and put them in my blood
That I might shed some light on me
Take these bones and break them to make me wings
That I can fly away on...