Helicopter ©2001 Richard March I got history, I got stories, I got friends n’ roads walked down I turned corners, without goodbyes, left my memories on the ground I seen flowers, Through a child’s eyes, been to church n’ sang sweet songs Left them all in little boxes, turned my head and stumbled on If I could take a helicopter, up into these heady skies Look in all them little boxes, that I thought to leave behind I’d take the hand of every friendly face that’s figured in my life An' stretch a chain to save my soul, wanderin’ cold Out on the edge of night Wash the dishes, clean the kitchen, straightened all that I could find Just to give myself a reason, try an' ease my troubled mind Now it’s dark out, where’d the day go, I was gonna sing my song But I didn’t take the time, now my day’s dead an' gone Just today, my good wife told me, “Lord I didn’t take your hand Just to watch you, tear yourself down, double guessin’ all your plans What you need is right here waitin’, what you want, well that’s inside Take a deep breath, say a strong prayer, n’ lets get busy livin’ life" Then you can take a helicopter, up into these heady skies Look in all them little boxes, that you thought to leave behind You can take the hand of every friendly face that’s figured in your life An' stretch a chain to save your soul, wanderin’ cold Out on the edge of night.