Andy Stochansky Hymn
Fly down back by to my arms.
And sing your songs about the stars.
And when you're done, just be a bird.
There's nothing else, just be a bird.
And rest your song against the night.
And close your eyes. Put out the light.
Your stars blew out without a word.
Leave all alone to be a bird.
Fall with your God. Let this hymn come help your fall.
And let all those who judge you, let all who condemn, be still.
Brush your dust off from your heart.
And never let it fall apart.
I read the past across your wing.
Tatooed names of nameless kings.
Fall with your God. Let this hymn come help your fall.
And let all those who judge you, let all who condemn, be still.
Is the last waiting room.
And this is the last waiting room.
This is the last waiting room.
This is the last waiting room.
And this is the last waiting room.
And this is the last waiting room for us.
So, fall with your God. Let this hymn come help your fall.
And let all those judge you, let all who condemn, be still.
