night bird, rain bird, let me come to you.
the streets are wet at 3 a.m. i walk them alone and sad, for i've seen the fates of people and the lives that they'll live.
if i was more sensitive, i'd cry. but i'm too hard for that.
if i was more cynical, i'd sneer. but i'm too soft for that.
both are luxuries i won't buy. they cost too much for my spirit soul.
but
it would be nice if i was with you.
i want to g. there. to be with you. night bird, rain bird.
you know the dark songs and dark woods, but you're not a part of them. you're lucky. you got out.
but you can't read my mind, so i call you. come on over, you say.
there's a warm drink and a fire. i talk with you and i feel better.
i sleep in your bed.
thanks for the rest, night bird, rain bird.
goodbye for now. i'll get with you later.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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