Starlings

Starlings - Passenger

Well we watched the starlings fly

Around the burnt-down pier and die

Spilled my coffee on my sleeve

She wiped it with a smile

And told me I was juvenile

And kissed me softly on my cheek

And her hair danced in the breeze

Like a thousand swinging trees

In a forest lying next to stormy seas

Well we watched the wintry sky

Turn a shade of turquoise I

Whispered softly I feel lost

She turned with laughing eyes

And curled her lips towards the sky

And said get your map out then you knob

And we laughed like a pair of fools

Like kids they laugh at school

And we wandered home before the day brought dusk