I could be this sky tonight
double black and full of light
in the wings so blood-hot, blood-sweet and safe as a
naked baby
Favorite one, who knew we are
a big blue bird up and flying
we jingle us along, this same old different song's
a backhand crack to love
But would we sing the same
private plane
silver machines to your homeland
or a flight out of sight
You're a star before I wake and I
swing through these ten-cent highs
in a glitter gown of pavement thread
sure I got time, and of who I am, where I am bound
a dollar lost, a dollar found
as you keep walking the street