Bisbee

I’m singing to the bird with the broken wing that lives in your heart And to every dark bruise that won’t heal or even fade at all They say you apologized when you came out of the womb So aware of the pain, so close to the wound Still I wonder, should I wait for you I’m singing to your ancient voice that lies buried deep in your chest Cause the deeper we walk into this valley, I know the less sunshine we will get My whiskey girl, 40 years you’ve been true My sweet 39 I suppose will have to do Still I wonder, should I wait for you I asked for this in some mescaline haze I wanted to go with you, but I didn’t know how short you would stay No one’s coming tonight, it’s cold it’s dark and it’s late I won’t keep you long standing angelically by them gates I ain’t no Romeo, but it’s as close as I’ll ever be I tear out my brains just to set my soul free Still I wonder, did you wait for me