Birds Flying
Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 3:46 am
Across the bay, winter birds are flying
Beneath a dying sun
Floating on Gulf breezes
Chasing time on the run
How do the birds
Know its time for leaving
How do they know
Its time to go
As you sit beside the fire
Are you still dreaming
Are you still waiting
And still believing
That your bird will fly home
Who knows where time goes
When it’s gone
Are your friends
As sad as you
When time has deserted
All that you held true
Who knows where time goes
When it’s gone
Counting time
Inside of heartbeats
Waiting for love to return
Holding on to a heart ready to burn
Looking through the Cottage window
Birds flying by
If only you could know
Where time goes when it’s gone
You’d fly between the birds
To a time past through
And find a place to cry
Who knows where time goes
When it’s gone
Beneath a dying sun
Floating on Gulf breezes
Chasing time on the run
How do the birds
Know its time for leaving
How do they know
Its time to go
As you sit beside the fire
Are you still dreaming
Are you still waiting
And still believing
That your bird will fly home
Who knows where time goes
When it’s gone
Are your friends
As sad as you
When time has deserted
All that you held true
Who knows where time goes
When it’s gone
Counting time
Inside of heartbeats
Waiting for love to return
Holding on to a heart ready to burn
Looking through the Cottage window
Birds flying by
If only you could know
Where time goes when it’s gone
You’d fly between the birds
To a time past through
And find a place to cry
Who knows where time goes
When it’s gone