How To Fly

How To Fly - 4:22

You picked me up and held me close
Showed me bluer skies
You kissed away my sorrows
And taught me how to fly

I’ve walked down some dingy streets
And crawled up several more
Blues and heartaches and sorrows
Could always find my door
I’ll never know the circumstance
Or the reason you came by
And reached down to pick me up
And teach me how to fly

You talked about a sister who looked a lot like me
Perhaps she walked these very streets
Not knowing divinity
You were dodging sniper fire
And trying to stay alive
No one was there to pick you up
And show you how to fly

I’ve look into soldiers eyes
Who’s souls have come undone
They tear you down and build you up
Advertise freedom

If you’ll put away your handgun, brother
I’ll show you how to cry
A bullet to your head
is the hardest way to fly

I’ll pick you up and hold you close
Sing for bluer skies
I’ll kiss away your sorrows
And teach you how to fly
I’ll pick you up, hold you close
Sing for bluer skies
I’ll kiss away your sorrows
And teach you how to fly
I’ll kiss away your sorrows
And teach you how to fly