"Wings Of Wax" genre: Rock
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	Ballad
	CD: Radio America Credits: Jeremy and Jason Kendall
	Story Behind the Song Written in memory of Bruce Cole, who passed away in April of '99. Lyrics Torn tickets in a scrap book. Torn lives still breathing. Do you remember how sacred, were the first times. We have known. Oh, familiar as April. Sometimes something so simple. And all cannot be forgiven. Or forgotten, though never shown. Now your paying your tax. Wings made of Wax. Flying just a little too close to the sun. Your melting away. Tired actor in a play. Only yesterday. When you were young. And though your spring may echoe laughter. Neil Young's still searching for that Heart of Gold. And in that mind there is an ending. And a lifetime, to begin. I drink to mysteries unanswered. I drink to all of the dead still living. And to all the ghosts of Pennsylvania. Who've seen it all before. And couldn't win. Now your paying your tax. Wings made of Wax. Flying just a little too close to the sun. Your melting away. Tired actor in a play. Only yesterday. When you were young. Now your paying your tax. Wings made of Wax. Flying just a little too close to the sun. Your melting away. Tired acator in a play. Only yesterday. When you were young. Oh, Now your paying your tax. Wings made of Wax. Flying just a little too close to the sun. Yeah, You're melting away. Tired actor in a play. Only yesterday. When you were young. When your young. When your young. When your young. Ah, Yeah. When your young. When your young. When your young.

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