You gotta fly

22, 28 Sep, 3 Oct 08 & 19, 20 Apr 11

She’s the girl, the only girl
The one who likes her Sundays in the rain
Tuning in the radio
To greet the morning headlines with champagne

She keeps a journal by the bed
And jars of fruit her mother sent from home
All wrapped up in a ribbon bow
Stroking out her schedule with a comb

And in the end, you gotta walk, you gotta run, you gotta fly
When loving her is easy and she’s shining like a star
Sing it to the sun and to the rain and to the sky
No matter how or why you gotta walk, you gotta run, you gotta fly

I saw her in a dream today
Sneaking past the horses in the mist
Striding through the desert night
A filament of sunlight in her fist

So she’s the girl, the only girl
The girl who hangs a bell out on the tides
I kiss her in the morning sun
I hold her while the wolf moon rides

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