interlude from in transit by a small bird
Tracklist
| 7. | interlude | 3:19 |
Lyrics
Hold on just a moment, hazel eyes,
thought you might be someone else.
I saw you just a moment, passing by
the band-aids on the bathroom shelf.
Orange on the rest stop off 85,
two or three sedans in back.
Gotten used to being passersby,
halfway down the road from this and that.
No one’s getting home today,
but far too far for turning back,
and so we make our winding way,
here and there, this and that.
Have you been bathing in a violet sky,
bony-footed, feather-backed,
far too north a month from wintertime
with no intent of changing track?
Learned to burrow double-time
and settled in ’til spring arrives?
It’s not so bad to be so green,
though not an easy thing at that,
but you get used to being in between,
here and there,
then and now,
hazel-eyed,
this and that.
