There is a place that I like to go
where all of my problems are slower than slow.
And there the voices of all of the birds
come together in sing~songy herds.

My friends have all gone
at the break of dawn,
but I am happy
to not be the least bit sappy

When the sky bleeds into the iridescent water at night,
I am not afraid, not the littlest fright.
For I know tomorrow the light,
will shine and the darkness it will fight

Everything is joyous except for the moon,
for it is lonely and I am too.
But why would I give up all I have
for a little taste of the friendship path?