Sean Foley’s Blues

I saw an eagle on a pole
At least I think it was an eagle
It could have been a hawk or a crow
I was looking through the dirty airport window

And I turned my head, saw you instead
Checking in your suitcase for California
And I returned, the bird had [turned]
While the metal mother slowly circled, taxiing

I wrote you a long letter yesterday
Pulled it and trapped it into an envelope
I should have send a simple postcard, I guess
Greetings from the floating casino

I know how precious time itself is
Whether you passing, spending or killing it
The gambler’s price will be bloodshot eyes
And a complimentary breakfast by the slot machines

I wish you the best, forget the rest
When I said, when I was sick
I missed your skin so I asked the wind
To tear you from me, to tear you from me, quick

I saw an eagle on a pole
At least I think it was an eagle
And it could have been a hawk or a crow
I was looking through the dirty airport window

That was months ago, before the snow
Taught all of us here about how things turn
You have chosen the sun and ocean
So I guess you’ll never have to learn

Will you, my love?
Will you, my love?
Will you, my love?
Will you, my love-