Curved Air
Flashes and curved air I can't trust my eyes The things that I’m seeing
Look like lies The wind has shoulders Pushing me aside The sky is a
cavern open wide
I thought I was leaving I got no time for that
It's too strange here to be serious Too rocky to be flat Too serious to be
calm So moderate and white I heard, "inside the fence, you're alright"
If I could get some traction here A little solid ground A piece of
working action here I might get found Might get found
I remember
silence The moment that I knew All the air turning solid Curved and
blue Throwing us across the road Into that rigid wall I woke up in the
dark Across the hall
If I could get some traction here A little solid
ground A piece of working action here I might get found Might get found
David Crosby
Sky Trails 2017
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