Having Wings — Ben Harper

I heard a street singer play a song I knew It brought me closer to you I heard a street singer play a song I call my own It brought me to my childhood home

Did you go back from where you came? If I get there, will they have my name? If they don't, I'll only have myself to blame For all these things, true happiness is having wings

Life is a blurry-eyed, heavy-hearted whirlwind of a storm Some things just hurt too much to cry Memories are like shadows the light won't make disappear I still see you smiling with your eyes

Did you go back from where you came? If I get there, will they have my name? If they don't, I'll only have myself to blame For all these things, true happiness is having wings