Bird On a Wire

In the early morning rain I look out my window, and think about the pain. I watch the bird on the wire, as I look into it's lost eyes, I see it's broken past and lust for desire. I remember, taking dancing lessons, from the indigo sky while waiting for that old bird to cry. It's you I warn, you need to take shelter from the storm. You need to get by a fire, where it's warm, and pretend that you were never born. The bird sits and listens, as our love grows old as we took shelter from the cold. One day the bird died it was only me and you that cried. Our lives were never the same it is that miracle bird we should blame. Dedicated To Bob Dylan. "I don't know where we would all be without you".