Picture of a Bird

	Looking at a picture of a bird
	From a series of books about the sea
	and the life above and in it
	Looking at a picture of a bird
	Staring out the window
	of an elevated train in a storm
	of blossoms and debris
	Staring out the window
	Looking at a jumble of words
	from something that you once wrote to me
	you said, "I'll never leave"
	Still you're looking at the jumble
	Everybody's gotten their hearts burnt
	From the turnpikes to the mud roads
	They got nothing left to die for
	And they got nothing left to run from
	Heading past the ring road
	To the place where you came from you see
	It's not your destiny
	Still you're heading past the ring road
	Looking into windows
	People got their fires lit today
	Gonna find your own cave
	Where you'll be looking at a picture of a bird
	Looking at a picture of a bird
	From a series of books about the sea
	and life above and in
	Looking at a picture of a bird