Bisbee

I’m singing to the bird with the broken wing that lives in your heart
And to every dark bruise that won’t heal or even fade at all

They say you apologized when you came out of the womb
So aware of the pain, so close to the wound
Still I wonder, should I wait for you

I’m singing to your ancient voice that lies buried deep in your chest
Cause the deeper we walk into this valley, I know the less sunshine we will get

My whiskey girl, 40 years you’ve been true
My sweet 39 I suppose will have to do
Still I wonder, should I wait for you

I asked for this in some mescaline haze
I wanted to go with you, but I didn’t know how short you would stay

No one’s coming tonight, it’s cold it’s dark and it’s late
I won’t keep you long standing angelically by them gates

I ain’t no Romeo, but it’s as close as I’ll ever be
I tear out my brains just to set my soul free
Still I wonder, did you wait for me