Haven't alone much lately I think I've got to quiet down enough of this runaround I've got to get out of town
so i sit alone in the power of thought looking for an empty space a livin', breathin' place a bit of sustaining grace
out here I'll bid all my troubles by and exchange graceful lilting melodies with a sightless bird my unfettered spirit taking flight telling my secrets to unsighted friends
as I lay my back upon a cool moss tree I'm looking out across the sky I can see clouds roll by I can feel tension die
and I lay my head upon a hill sightless bird sings to heal weariness I may feel sometimes may seem too real
out here I'll bid all my troubles by and exchange graceful lilting melodies with a sightless bird my unfettered spirit taking flight telling my secrets to unsighted friends