Well, I heard you were a cherub child You spilled your milk, then ran without a trace When clouds are gathering like police The tears roll down the backside of your head 'Cause you hadn't found the time To clear the case file of the murders in your mind I'm on a wing I'm on a wing ♪ Through solid gold binoculars The tears of the snowman froze right to his face Well, I snuck in through the carousel And I found there was plenty of air out there on the wing I just had to track you down 'Cause it's been ten years now since you gunned my father down I'm on a wing, I'm on a wing I'm on a wing, I'm on a wing