If I grew wings tomorrow

I would wait outside your door

I would tell you all the things that I never could before

The wings are wings of courage see

I'm still not able to fly

But it wouldn’t matter because maybe you'd tell me… so do I

I couldn’t take you to the sky but I could try to bring it to you

So while you slept I would start to glue cotton clouds to rise within your view

I'd stick some golden stars up there while your dreams had just begun

And I'd hang an orange from a string to play the setting sun

Lastly I'd make a cardboard cut out of a dark cloud about to pour

I'd stay behind it until I knew you were waking up for sure

And when you opened your eyes I'd pop up from behind

Just to remind you that you can still smile on those days you’d rather hide

If I grew wings tomorrow

I'd wish that you would too

And with our wings together we might be able to rise up an inch or two

What does it matter if we can never reach the height of birds

If in our minds when we're together it's already occurred