Wings and Fly

You say you're stuck in your hometown room, Same four walls, same afternoon. Got dreams folded in your bottom drawer, Afraid to want a little more. But I see sparks in your shaking hands, A secret map in your quiet plans. If you feel that pull inside your chest, Run with me, we'll do the rest. Run with me, we'll do the Rest. We'll miss the bus, we'll walk instead. Name each cloud that floats overhead. Laugh too loud on the empty road. Turn our doubts into our code. Every fear is just a passing car. We're already halfway far. If your voice shakes when you say my name, Hold on tight, jump anyway. Run with me, we'll do the rest.