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