The Poignant Epic Saga Of Featherhead & Lucky Lack Lyrics - Blues Traveler

I remember hearing a story 

About a girl who wanted to fly 

Something about dreams as fragile as bubbles 

Well perhaps it won't apply 

It seems she'd flap her arms every day and every night 

As hard and as long as she could 

She knew her dream needed all the love she could give it 

For it to do her any good 

One night her heart spoke in a dream 

It told her if you really love this believe, because 

It takes the guiltiest of eyes 

To condemn the man who dies 

It takes a thousand of his best spies 

To expose as many lies 

It could take weeks for me to say 

How it'll take forever to go away 

And it takes everything you have 

Everything to be in love 

Well across the street there lived a little boy 

Sad disfigured child with two humps on his back 

Pitiful autistic little mess in a wheelchair 

The other kids all named him Lack 

But Lack started to take an interest 

In that girl across the way 

He'd watch in amazement from his window 

While she flapped her arms 

And that's how they'd spend their days 

She'd soon inspire him to stand 

That girl everyone called Featherhead 

Made him clearly understand 

That 

It takes the guiltiest of eyes 

To condemn the man who dies 

It takes a thousand of his best spies 

To expose as many lies 

It could take weeks for me to say 

How it'll take forever to go away 

And it takes everything you have 

Everything to be in love 

Soon Lack could walk and talk and hide his humps 

And people realized how clever he could be 

Feather still dreaming about the skies 

Unaware of how in love Lack was with she 

One day she quit flapping her arms at last 

Convinced that she'd accomplished nothing at all 

When Lack heard this he ran, not walked to her house 

And he begged her, yes he begged her not to let Rome fall 

He said "Everything I am now is for and because of you 

You see I understand your secret and I swear to God it's all true" 

It takes the guiltiest of eyes 

To condemn the man who dies 

It takes a thousand of his best spies 

To finally realize 

That it takes the strength of Samson's hair 

To enter if you dare 

And it takes Icarus in flight 

To provoke the gods to fight 

It could take weeks for me to say 

And it'll take forever to go away 

And it takes everything you have 

Everything to be in love 

Well time wears on, and soon Featherhead and Lack had to grow up 

Featherhead didn't quit and would be finishing flight school soon 

She works for NASA exploring space 

Flying regularly to Jupiter's seventh moon 

Lack defying all laws of gravity and otherwise flew away 

You see those humps on his back grew into great big gossamer wings 

He changed his name to Luck because he had so much 

He still flies where he's needed, doing all sorts of nifty and amazing things 

From time to time they meet up in the sky to celebrate 

Tax dollars and miracles can let the weirdest people date 

It takes the guiltiest of eyes 

To condemn the man who dies 

It takes a thousand of his best spies 

To expose as many lies 

It could take weeks for me to say 

How it'll take forever to go away 

And it takes everything you have 

Everything to be in love 

I remember hearing a story