Wheelin' Copyright Stephen Savitzky. CC by-nc-sa/4.0 When you see her in the evening in a bright green dress Walking fast down the hallway you might never guess That the lady has a weakness she's reluctant to confess. No, you might not notice when she's dancing reels That she made it through the airport on a set of wheels, And she still isn't certain that she likes the way that it feels. With her lover right behind her lookin' tired but proud They were wheelin' their way through the airport crowd; And the way it made her feel made her want to weep out loud. 'Cause they were cuttin' past the line at the TSA Asking healthy young people to get out of her way Savin' her strength to make it through another day. When she has a good day she can walk a mile Dance through the evening with grace and style Greet her lover at the door with a tight embrace and a smile; Next minute she's collapsing like she's half-way dead With a fire in her body and an aching head And she'll pay with pain and the rest of the weekend in bed. So with her lover right beside her lookin' calm and cool She walks up to the counter feeling like a fool And tries to tell herself that a wheelchair's only a tool. Soon she's wheelin' past the line at the TSA Feeling weird watching people getting out of her way But it's the easiest journey in years to the end of the day. Well, her body is a battleground and life's a war, And she's lost against her limits many times before; But she's still fighting with a few new tricks in store; Because a wheelchair is a weapon, not a mark of defeat And she can stay standing longer with some time off her feet The battle isn't over, and winning will be sweet. With her lover right behind her lookin' fierce and proud They'll be cutting a swath through the airport crowd The way it makes her feel will make her want to laugh out loud. 'Cause she'll be wheelin' past the line at the TSA Watchin' tough young punks scurry out of her way Savin' her strength to make it through another day. Yeah, savin' her strength--to fight another day. Naomi Rivkis told me she'd come to ConChord if I promised to sing a song either by her or about her. The first two songs I tried to write fell apart and never came back together; this one's better anyway. Once I learned that she was booking a wheelchair to get through the airport it was only a matter of time. This song is the answer to ``I can walk, damnit! What do I need a wheelchair for?'' Online: http://Steve.Savitzky.net/Songs/wheelin/lyrics.txt Automatically generated with flktran from ../Lyrics/wheelin.flk.