Fly your planes in the air to a new found intention
Sail your boat to the shores of warm white sand
With my head in the sky
My vision’s awful cloudy
My oar’s broken down
I think I may drown
See your friends settle down in a new pot of soil
Grow too soon, it’s too cold, they forgot about the winter
With my roots in the ground
Still searching for a grip to hold
My messy flower’s brown
For the 6 legs I‘d give my life.
Propellers buzz and they spin inside
the engines hum, and the oils right,
until my wings kiss the sky
I won’t be satisfied
The current’s calm, and the winds south east,
my sail is taught, with my life jacket sleeves,
until the horizons at my feet
I will not be pleased.
My skin shall never graze against another bowl of clay,
dear sun, I’m on my way
With arms outstretched I feel your heat
The earth encased around my feet
Dear sun I’m on my way
My limbs of countless finger tips
Swathed with a thousand thirsty lips
Sip dew from the dirt up through my hips
When I find you I’ll never let go
Dear sun,
I’m on my way
credits
from The Hornbook,
released June 30, 2011
Peter Mollica - Vocals, Guitar, Accordion, Saw, Percussion
Kelly Hayes Mollica - Violin
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