ferrydust

Chase the high ground—where you’d rather be,
where you might be found.
Face all aglow,
to leave from here,
to pack up and go.
But it takes some time to get away—you will have to build from what remains.
To run it takes the courage of a lamb,
to love, the fierceness of a storm.

Paloma you wonder if you’ll miss the thunder
and everyone’s staring, but no one is caring for you now.
Just spread your wings, latch onto the breeze,
just take the leap… and you’re free.

Chase the higher ground—where you’d rather be,
where you might be found.
This move may erase the troubles in your head,
or expose the absence of your soul.
And so.. it takes some time to get away;
you will have to tear down what remains.
And I can’t stand by for goodbyes,
so hold on to me, or lead the way.

Paloma you wonder if you’ll miss the thunder,
and everyone’s staring, but no one is caring for you now.
Just spread your wings, latch onto the breeze,
just take the leap… and you’re free.

Pace yourself when outrunning fear,
take cover when it’s dark, and keep an even keel.
In your world you’re only a phone away,
but in my world you’re too far to feel.
And it may take some time to learn what’s real;
you may have to beg and borrow,
and you will surely steal.
Remember all those lonely sessions
turned into yesterday’s lessons
to never forget love, to never forget love.

Paloma you wonder if you’ll miss the thunder,
and everyone’s staring, but no one is caring for you now.
Just spread your wings, latch onto the breeze,
just take the leap… and you’re free.

Paloma you wonder if you’ll miss the thunder;
everyone’s staring but no one is caring for
Paloma you cry out, you beg for connection;
the dreams you seek are straight ahead in every direction.
Now you’re free,
now that you’re, you’re free,
now that you’re, you’re free,
you’re free.

Today I watched the greatest thing of all:
a flock of birds, preparing for the fall.