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[Intro] [Verse] Unit four-oh-two, rusted lock Found a crate beneath a clock Sawdust thick as winter frost Something found that once was lost Wrapped in denim, cold and grey A wooden hawk from yesterday One wing finished, sharp and clean The other just a ghost unseen [Pre-Chorus] Grandpa never spoke of flight Kept his secrets out of sight Blueprints hidden in his belt Words he never really felt Like a shadow in the hall Waiting for the wind to call [Chorus] Oh, let the cedar catch the breeze Rising up above the trees He was building more than wings He was chasing bigger things Now I’m holding on to hope Tied up with a hempen rope From the grease to the grain Finding sunshine in the rain Yeah, that hawk is gonna fly Across a clear blue Kansas sky [Post-Chorus] Across the sky Watch it fly [Verse] Balsa shavings on the floor Letters from the seventy-four Airmail stamps from far away Plans for a Piper, painted grey He worked the line at Miller’s Mill But kept his heart on Clover Hill He never let the engine roar Just kept his feet upon the floor [Pre-Chorus] Now I’m standing at the bench Gripping on a rusted wrench Feeling like I’m losing ground In this quiet little town But the grain begins to speak To the spirit of the weak [Chorus] Oh, let the cedar catch the breeze Rising up above the trees He was building more than wings He was chasing bigger things Now I’m holding on to hope Tied up with a hempen rope From the grease to the grain Finding sunshine in the rain Yeah, that hawk is gonna fly Across a clear blue Kansas sky [Bridge] I remember ninety-five County fair, we felt alive Biplanes dancing in the sun Before the working day was done He looked up with a heavy stare Like he belonged in the air Now I’m putting down the tools Breaking all the shop-floor rules [Solo] [Verse] Vise grip holding steady now Wiping sweat from off my brow Carving out the missing part Healing up a broken heart Goodbye oil, hello pine This tomorrow is finally mine Twenty-eight and feeling new Doing what he couldn't do [Chorus] Oh, let the cedar catch the breeze Rising up above the trees He was building more than wings He was chasing bigger things Now I’m holding on to hope Tied up with a hempen rope From the grease to the grain Finding sunshine in the rain Yeah, that hawk is gonna fly Across a clear blue Kansas sky [Post-Chorus] Yeah, it’s gonna fly Underneath that Kansas sky Wings wide open Nothing’s broken Yeah, it’s gonna fly [Outro]
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