Wingwalkers
Navigating Heartbreak on Unfamiliar Roads: Wingwalkers by The Angry Lisas
Lyrics
The Sawmill off Maple Ave felt way too much like home
The Sawmill off Maple Ave felt too familiar, reminiscent of home.
I didn’t drive twenty-three hundred miles just to walk back into your door
Traveled a long distance and didn't intend to return to the same situation.
They’re serving drinks in Mason jars, I wasn’t twenty-one years old
Drinks served in unconventional containers, highlighting underage experiences.
I heard our song echo over the speakers, and I just walked back into the cold
Heard a shared song, triggering emotions, but chose to stay detached.
My phone doesn’t work in this place, it’d be a whole lot worse if it did
Phone issues in the location, possibly a relief as communication might complicate things.
I was packing on Christmas Eve, I was gone when the snow started to stick
Packing on Christmas Eve, leaving as the snow began to fall.
It hit me like a broken jaw. When I pictured my twenties, it didn’t involve this road
Realization of an unexpected life path, contrasting with envisioned twenties.
Who could have known?
Rhetorical question about foreseeing such a situation.
And I need you now, like a car needs an icy road
Expressing a deep need for someone, drawing a metaphor with a slippery road.
Or a circus act that seemed so well-planned before we got on the tightrope
Comparing the relationship to a precarious circus act, planned but risky.
And our highs were beautiful, as our free fall ending
Acknowledging the beauty in highs, despite the inevitable downfall.
It was clear what you were trying to say as you told me everything
Clear communication of emotions, potentially revealing painful truths.
Old tales of wingwalkers and the reasons that they’ve flown
Reference to wingwalkers, possibly symbolizing risk-takers and their motivations.
So don’t let go, until you’ve got something to hold
Encouraging holding on until there is something substantial to grasp.
I threw the key in the creek out my back door
Symbolic act of leaving behind access (key) to the past.
I flew home to get all my things
Returning home to gather belongings, indicating a significant move.
I turned around and did the same old bullshit I swore I would never forgive or forget
Repeating past mistakes despite prior intentions of forgiveness and forgetfulness.
And I need you now, like a car needs an icy road
Reiterating the strong need for someone using the icy road metaphor.
Or a circus act that seemed so well-planned before we got on the tightrope
Continuing the analogy of the relationship as a planned but risky circus act.
And our highs were beautiful, as our free fall ending
Reflecting on the beauty in the highs, despite the inevitable descent.
It was clear what you were trying to say as you told me everything
Reiteration of clear communication, possibly facing the consequences of revealed truths.
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