I traveled, 'Til each road met the end of the earth, With nowhere else to go, I looked back in amazement, When I finally realized how far that I had actually gone, I was still standing in the same place that I started.
So I fell down, And I cried out, But there was silence, A deafening silence, More brilliant than anything...
And there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood, At least that's what you saw, I saw an angel on the whitest November's morning And I heard her sing the sweetest cry as if she wanted to reach down And tell me, it would be alright. And I knew it would be alright.
I walked on and stared into the golden sun, I was blinded but enamored by its beauty.
'Til I fell down, And I cried out, But there was silence, A deafening silence, More brilliant than anything.
And there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood, At least that's what you saw, I saw an angel on the whitest November's morning, And I heard her sing the sweetest cry as if she wanted to reach down And tell me, it would be alright. And I knew it would be alright.
Foreign train tracks serenade you, But their sound is never permanent, These landscapes ever-changing, Like arrival times on railway billboards, You close your eyes and they are gone.
And there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood, At least that's what you saw, I saw an angel on the whitest November's morning. And I heard her sing the sweetest cry, as if she wanted to reach down And tell me, it would be alright. And I knew it would be alright.