He had maps around his room
On the walls and on the ceiling
Of the places that he would have liked to know.
There was a moat around his heart
And sometimes he got to feeling that he’d know when it was time to stay or go.
Cause watching windows, making plans
Telling time by tiny hands
On a clock whose hour is set by only you;
That just won’t do.
(So) you’ve got to:
Fly out the window
Run for the door
These places that you knew
They don’t know you anymore.
Get out those wings that you’ve kept hidden
Gonna need them when you’re sittin’
On the edge of that cliff n’ scared to jump…
(When your heart goes thump)
On a wooded path of brown
On a cold September Sunday
He stopped to look around among the trees.
There was a cord that kept him tethered
It was long and it was weathered
Bound to places that he thought he’d never leave.
Now his heart is whisperin’ to him
From the hollows of his chest
“Listen to me please” (I know you best)
It’s times like these
You need to:
Fly out the window
Run for the door
These places that you knew
They don’t know you anymore.
Get out those wings that you’ve kept hidden
Gonna need them when you’re sittin’
On the edge of that cliff and scared to jump…
(When your heart goes thump)
But if you’re in the mood for fleein’
While it’s dry, before the puddles start to form,
Don’t you ever stop believing
That those puddles weight you down
Your reflection always shakes before the storm
The air is rushing in now from that open windowpane
And the maps have started whirlin’ round the room
Everything’s the same now, only one thing’s missing
It’s those wings and a certain sense of doom
They left this room
When you:
Flew out the window
Ran for the door
These places that you knew
Didn’t know you anymore.
Got out those wings that you kept hidden
Needed them when you were sittin’
On the edge of that cliff and scared to jump…
(When your heart went thump)
