A bird chirps near, he's not too far off
I think he knows the story
On a shaky limb he takes a chance
Fighting the gravity
He whistles in the faded the light hoping for a return
And even if a silence comes
He knows he must fly on again
But you should know by now
That he will fly anywhere you need him
A foot, an acre, a green state, or
Those old Connecticut houses
Just to know your smile
Our inquiries may seem the same
But I think they go much deeper
To the dark compartments of our brain
They can't quite reach the speaker
So let's unwind these Vermont roads
Over water to the city
Where streets of brick
Lay perfectly
We'll flutter o'er the pieces
Under moon and sun