From the recording Tourist
Lyrics
Mountain bluebird
Perched up on lazy lines
Phone poles slouching crooked
Catching your shining eyes
Hawks and ravens
Hanging in place in the silver sky
As if time stood frozen
Nothing sad imposing
On our minds
I’ve been drinking
Your sorrow and you've been guarding mine
The cold wind chases
You down from the ridge into the tree line
I know you're holding
The floodwaters back with all of your might
Twill catch you always
I will be the safe place
You can hide
As the coyote laughs
We'll put the weight on our backs
We can follow her tracks
To find the light in the cracks
So the sun sinks
Into your skin and through the pines
Your sweet voice sings
A tune for the dog
A prayer for the times
And rejoicing
You held out your arms and you started to fly
I could see you floating
Nothing bad or broken
To define