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trying to find a way out
strange how it was —
I could never make them stay
or go away
willful were they
and caught in their clutch was I
unholy the days when I stood
in their wake
loneliest of hours
but joyful and mad
when they made it back
to alight on my loosened tongue
willful were they
and caught in their clutch was I
willful were they
and sold by their sound was I
now two years gone and for all I long
the flock doesn’t come around
but watchful I wait
by my window and pray —
wing your way back to me
but still is the sky
and quiet the time flies
still is the sky
and quiet this life flies
but I won’t be alarmed
I won’t be afraid
if I listen just right
I’ll find another way
I won’t be alarmed
I won’t be afraid
if I listen just right
I’ll find something to say…