She'll take the painting in the hallway,
The one she did in junior high.
And that old lamp up in the attic:
She'll need some light to study by.
She's had eighteen years,
To get ready for this day,
She should be past the tears;
She cries some anyway.
Oh, oh, letting go:
There's nothing in her way now.
(Oh) Letting go,
There's room enough to fly.
And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting,
It's never easy,
(Oh) letting go.
Mother sits down at the table,
So many things she'd like to do.
Spend more time out in the garden;
Now she can get those books read too.
She's had eighteen years,
To get ready for this day,
She should be past the tears,
She cries some anyway.
Oh, oh, letting go:
There's nothing in her way now.
(Oh) Letting go,
There's room enough to fly.
And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting,
It's never easy,
(Oh) letting go.
Oh, oh, letting go:
There's nothing in her way now.
(Oh) Letting go,
There's room enough to fly.
And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting,
It's never easy,
(Oh) letting go.
It's never easy, letting go.
Writer(s): Matt Rollings, Doug Crider
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