Passenger Starlings
Well we watched the starlings fly
Around the burned down pier
And I spilled my coffee on my sleeve
She wiped it with a smile
And told me I was juvenile
And kissed me softly on my cheek
And her hair danced in the breeze
Like a thousand swinging trees
In a forest lying next to stormy seas
Well we watched the wintry sky
Turn a shade of turquoise
I whispered softly, I feel lost
She turned with laughing eyes
And curled her lips towards the sky
And said, get your map out then, you knob
And we laughed like a pair of fools
Like kids, they laugh at school
And we wandered home
Before the day brought dusk
