Couldn't have been about three feet tall When the lightning struck about ten feet from my bedroom down the hall Didn't know about many things, But they gave me shoes with wings Mama (mama, mama) I'm losing my nerve Daddy I don't even know those words Drama (drama, drama) has got good reverb Wish I could fly out the window my wings aren't too strong You got a message? I'll pass it on Couldn't have been about six pm When I tried to climb about ten feet up a tree with shaky limbs If I had a running start Maybe I could reach the stars Mama (mama, mama) I'm losing my nerve Darling, get your feet down on this dirt Trauma (trauma, trauma) is good on paper Wish I could fly off this willow my wings aren't too strong You got a message? I'll pass it on