Chords
Wings

Key: C

Introduction:

C                                                                                                            G            C  
I've been up around the stratosphere at 31,000 feet.
F                                                                                      C                                                 G  
I'm gonna fly on out of here on wings that you can't see.
F                                                                                                                            C                                                                                    F  
If you're gonna fly high without fear, you're gonna have to learn to love the atmosphere.
C                                                                                         G                                                 C      F    C  
And you gotta learn to use those wings that you can't see.
C                                                                                                            G                                              C  
I been shreddin' on the mountains of the moon on a weekend whim.
F                                                                                                                         C                                    G  
I been looking out for life on Mars, ground control to Major Jim.
F                                                                                                      C                                                              F  
All these things could be yours too if you'd just take another point of view.
C                                                                      G                                                    C  
Everybody's got a pair of wings that they can't see.
                             Am  F                                         G  
I've got wings that you can't see.
                        Am    F                 G  
I have wheels on my feet.
                     Am  F                      C  
Way up high I feel free.
                             F      G                         C  
On these wings you can't see.
C                                                                                 G                                      C  
I don't need no runaway, I got fuel here in my bong.
F                                                                            C                              G  
I can buzz at treetop flyer level all day long.
F                                                                                            C                                                                              F  
Now I'm looking down on tiny cars, tiny swimmers in the water and tiny beach bars.
C                                                                    G                                                 C  
And all because of these wings that you can't see.
(Chorus 1)
C                                                                                 G                                                      C  
Maybe if you open up your mind you might learn some things.
F                                                                                                    C                                         G  
God only knows what you might find, floatin' on those wings.
F  
You can try to fly away from all your problems,
C                                                                                                 F  
Well, I'm here to say that ain't the way to solve them.
C                                                                                 G                                                 C  
I can only help you with your wings that you can't see.
                        Am    F                                      G  
We have wings that we can't see.
                          Am    F                    G  
We have wheels on our feet.
                     Am    F                         C  
Way up high we'll be free.
                             F    G                         C  
On these wings we can't see.
                          Am    F                         G  
You have wings look and see.
                     Am    F                                      G  
Silver wings like Merle and me.
                     Am    F            C  
Come on up, Cloud 9B.
F                                                         C  
Come on take a little taste of freedom,
F                                      C  
High up in a cloudland kingdom,
F                                                         G                                                    C  
Take a little trip on wings that you can't see.