Swan Song

See how the shadows return wearing purple

The day was a good one, it hurt just a little

The trumpeter swans leave the past in the fields

And head for a better unknown

Everything moving, a madness, an engine

Flying down the road to forget that it’s ending

A star in the night is just air in the morning

Up there burning alone

And you will be here til you’re gone

A powerful quiet, a kindness of questions

A photograph forming in dark room solution

Wait til the story unfolds into truth

And then listen with your еyes closed

All of it made in thе image of progress

Beautiful swans flying over the projects

Watch how love rises up to the top

When the whole thing hurts the most

And you will be here til you’re gone

Uncertain passenger, fearful of airplanes

Turbulence left you an atheist praying

To god or whoever can make it ok

To loosen your hands and let go

Salt in your laughter and love in your worry

All of that hunger both skybound and heavy

The trumpeter swans leaving all of it ready

For something they haven’t yet known

And you will be here til you’re gone