Last Tangled Bowtie

There's a pink plastic tiara

in the dust under her bed

Right beside the cardboard wings she wore when she was ten

And I'm staring at a suitcase

sitting heavy by the door

Guess she doesn't wear her cardboard wings no more (mmmmm)

And the years go by

like gravel under tires Flying fast down a country road

One day she's reaching up to touch the sky

Next day she is packing up to go

Oh, she's growing up too fast

And my hands are letting go

She's checking her side mirrors

with her hands at ten and two

Looking at the rearview like she knows just what to do

I told her check the oil

and call me when she's there

But I was really saying

that I'm sending up a prayer

And the years go by

like gravel under tires Flying fast down a country road

One day she's reaching up to touch the sky

Next day she is packing up to go

Oh, she's growing up too fast

And my hands are letting go

Goodbye my little angel (ooh-ooh)