The girl has little wings
And she makes the piano sing
But when she takes me down
I refuse to drive her into town
Even though I love her so
She is not always in the know
And she claims they lack empathy 
But she lacks insight when she talks to me
In her tone of underhand 
And the stories she has planned
Into that mind of hers 
I found my peace among the firs 
And you could say I’m old and grey 
But I may not be what I display 
On the surface of things 
But I always have time for girls with little wings