The story behind this song
Twelve years of morning bells, of a backpack that once swallowed him whole, of mornings he got dragged out of bed by his last name. The locker's cleaned out bare now, the yearbook signed in twenty colors. He fills out the gown like you always knew he would, and the marching band is playing him out into a wide evening sky.
For the parents in the bleachers watching one black cap spin against the clouds — high school done, the kid ready, and the letting go that's how they fly.
Lyrics
Come down to one wide sky
Now your shoulders fill that gown out like I always knew they'd do
The yearbook's signed in twenty colors, locker cleaned out bare
And the marching band is playing you out into the air
You only get this one
Every road you haven't taken yet
Twelve years in one throw, let it fly, let it go
You're standing in the doorway now
First cap in the air
Essays at eleven-thirty, glory, growing pains
The summer jobs, the learner's permit, curfews barely kept
Every stumble was a stair, look how high you've stepped
The world is on the right
Every road you haven't taken yet
Twelve years in one throw, let it fly, let it go
You're standing in the doorway now
First cap in the air
Throw their future at the clouds — and you'll know what I know now
The letting go is how they fly
Every road you haven't taken yet
Twelve years in one throw, let it fly, let it go
You're standing in the doorway now
First cap in the air
The whole sky's yours tonight
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