One Sunday morning
She didn't go to church
He wondered why she didn't leave

He went up to the bedroom
Found a note by the window
With the curtains blowin' in the breeze


And with a broken wing
She still sings

She keeps an eye on the sky
With a broken wing
She carries her dreams

Man, you ought to see her fly

With a broken wing

She carries her dreams
Man, you ought to see her fly..