Little Wing - Etta Marcus

Lyrics by：Josh Scarbrow/Etta Marcus/Matt Maltese

Composed by：Josh Scarbrow/Etta Marcus/Matt Maltese

Produced by：Josh Scarbrow

I was on the radio

Saying things I didn't know

Could you tell did it show

Pit stop yellow snow

Summers back when I was a kid

Knotted hair teeth made of milk

Show my dad the big dipper

Looks the same as it did

Travelling acres

Feeling my feathers

Stretching out my little wing

I am a stranger

I'm in the mirror

Stretching out my little wing

Get to the bar get to the show

Spilling my guts for a little dough

Skipping calls in skimpy clothes

No mother bird to chew up the bones

Travelling acres

Feeling my feathers

Stretching out my little wing oh

I am a stranger

I'm in the mirror

Stretching out my little wing

Meet me in the Summer

On the winter's edge

I could be your baby

Be your grown up kid

Mother can you hold me

Again

Travelling acres

Feeling my feathers

Stretching out my little wing

I am a stranger

I'm in the mirror

Stretching out my little wing

Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh