Bluebird, Carry Me Home

Tiny flash of blue, skimming over old white roofs. You circle once

above our street. Like you remember every bloom, every June. You call her

name in the open air. She answers back, she's already there. Two little shadows

touch in turn. Chasing the light of the sun. Bluebird, carry me home.

Over the clouds, where the wild winds roam. You know the way,

you've always known. Bluebird. Bluebird, carry me home. Mmmmmm.

Mmmmmm. You rise on a silver stream. Higher than the jet trails gleam.

Farm fields fade to patchwork squares. Til the world's just light and the thin,