You came by in the hat your mother knit you   In clothes that do not fit you anymore   You sat down in the corner of my bedroom   I hung the, 'Closed for Good' sign on my door      I said, "Nothing works today, everything is broken   Everything is choking on ambivalence"   You put a plastic angel on my desk and said   "I cannot fix this but this may help   To move you towards deliverance"      Glow in the dark plastic angel   It's the first day of spring   Nothing's making sense anymore   Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom ring   I finally get what my wings are for   I finally get what my wings are for      All day long Mom and Dad were fighting   Thunder and lightning through the walls   Sticks and stones can break a heart to pieces   But it's nothing like the damage from no phone calls      I wish that I could speak, I'd tell her not to bother   I'd tell her he's my father, not the king   I wish that he would stay but he won't be held by duty   I wish he saw the beauty in the ring      Glow in the dark plastic angel   It's the first day of spring   Nothing's making sense anymore   Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom ring   I finally get what my wings are for   I finally get what my wings are for      You came by when everything was broken   Bringing me this token of your love   You laughed and said, "It's only superstition   But I'm making it my mission to relieve you   Of this tired broken world"      "There's just no way to fight it   Sit down and be quiet, I won't go   Here's an angel for your desk, it's only a reminder   I'm leaving her behind so you will always know I'm here"      Glow in the dark plastic angel   It's the first day of spring   Nothing's making sense anymore   Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom ring   I finally get what my wings are for   I finally get what my wings are for