Sidewalks filled with men and women dressed up fit to kill Umbrellas hiding smiling faces pockets filled with bills I am often envious for always sitting still To know that I’ll be leaving long before I’ve had my fill Sorry I’m the asshole for telling you the truth If you never wanna speak to me I guess that’s what we’ll do There’s no use in flying without some place to go just to see it When you’re born with a broken wing Spiders crawling up the wall my patience wearing thin To justify my loneliness as means toward an end I thought that I could give you up on a moment’s whim But lord I’m losing sleep at night Where do I begin Sorry I’m the asshole for telling you the truth If you never wanna speak to me I guess that’s what we’ll do There’s no use in loving without someone who knows that you mean it When you’re born with a broken wing Sorry I’m the asshole for telling you the truth If you never wanna speak to me I guess that’s what we’ll do There’s no use in flying without some place to go There’s no use in loving without someone who knows There’s no use in living without some way to show that we made it When we’re born with a broken wing Born with a broken wing