HELICOPTER
I got history, I got stories, I got friends n’ roads walked down
I turned corners, without goodbyes, left my memories on the ground
I seen flowers, Through a child’s eyes, been to church n’ sang sweet songs
Left them all in little boxes, turned my head and stumbled on
CHORUS
If I could take a helicopter, up into these heady skies
Look in all them little boxes, that I thought to leave behind
I’d take the hand of every friendly face that’s figured in my life
An stretch a chain to save my soul, wanderin’ cold
Out on the edge of night
Wash the dishes, clean the kitchen, straightened all that I could find
Just to give myself a reason, try an ease my troubled mind
Now it’s dark out, where’d the day go, I was gonna sing my song
But I didn’t take the time, now my day’s dead an gone
CHORUS
Just today, my good wife told me, “lord I didn’t take your hand
Just to watch you, tear yourself down, double guessin’ all your plans
What you need is right here waitin’, what you want, well that’s inside
Take a deep breath, say a strong prayer, n’ lets get busy livin’ life
Then you can take a helicopter, up into these heady skies
Look in all them little boxes, that you thought to leave behind
You can take the hand of every friendly face that’s figured in your life
An stretch a chain to save your soul, wanderin’ cold
Out on the edge of night
© 2001 Richard March