Blackbird singing in the dead of night, Raven calling from the sky Bluebirds calling from summer Seagulls squawking from the alley
I have found something I lost The state of euphoria is crumbled as your heart breaks I lost a time when life was simple, when wondering was lustful Instead found a time of hardship and unsettled communities Sometimes I think what if the yellow brick road never continued to Oz And if the clouds were always supported by blue Californication with out the fault. A witness to the empty sky