|
Goodbye gray skies |
|
I see my heart comin' round the bend |
|
The sun's comin' up on the Poet In My Window |
|
Her saving grace is my old friend |
|
An' I'll never lose if my heart goes flyin' |
|
If I sail it true and set it free |
|
It'll come flyin' home, be waitin' in my window |
|
And callin' for the poet in me |
|
And I wish you well for your whole lines |
|
I watch you change within the new |
|
You've got a pocket full of gold dust waitin' just around the corner |
|
To free that poet in your moon |
|
An' you'll never lose if your heart goes flyin' |
|
If you sail it free and keep it true |
|
'Cause it'll come flyin' home and be waitin' in your window |
|
Callin' for the poet in you |
|
An' I never lose if my heart goes flyin' |
|
If I sail it true and I set it free |
|
It comes flyin' home, it's waitin' in my window |
|
An' callin' for the poet in me |
|
Fly on your poet's wings with a freed heart |
|
Love'll find you strong and young again |
