We used to be free Like birds over water Small mysteries Lost and forgotten You kissed the moon And i hugged the sea Troublesome things They fall down
I wrote a letter to you my friend So many letters that I never send I think about you at the day's end The time that we had I laughed in my bed The stupid
It's the widow now that owns that angry plow The spartan mule and the crippled cow The fallow field that will yield no more As the fox lay sleeping beneath
he's drinking alone again and man he's always thinking of a way to change... man something's got to change... its truckin' on midnight and I sit...i sit
So, what if your heroes changed their minds? And all you thought was right flew out the window And all you based your life on wasn't real So, what if
Body's not secure The truth will not absorb And this crumbling apart Is no good for you at all Sound, there's order in the sound The sound that you don
You just have to be sure you're doing the right thing I mean it's very easy to forget She's just sitting there in the pub with her new friends And her
We feel so good as we flock together So much in common We all gather gather gather Don't need no manifesto, just a little ink stain Safety in numbers
Flying birds. excellent birds. watch them fly. there they go. falling snow. excellent snow. here it comes. watch it fall. long words. excellent words.
Is your jewelry still lost in the sand? Out on the coast, or rushed into the brine You left your rings on the shoreline So you wouldn't lose them, swimming
Well, I feel like an old hobo I'm sad lonesome and blue I was fair as a summer day Now the summer days are through You pass through places And places
This song has no lyrics, it's instrumental.
Suddenly she came Like a come that comes and goes With a sweetness in her eyes And a ring between her nose Walking down the beach We saw a castle made
Those thieving birds Hang strung from an empty nest This swan plagued pond Forsaken and under whelmed Those leaving words Hang strong from an emptiness
The little yellow birds, Do they cry for me, Or do they cry with happiness ? They look down on me with tiny eyes, Do they see my tears? They seem to flutter
She loved to fly, She ran away From something at home, she would not say She needed new friends, no doors would open She had no place to stay Then came