I am a November bird
There is no rest here
no, not in this nest
no, not anymore.

Hollow bones to the test.
First the beginning, then the rest.

I played Icarus so long
Had a head full of sea,
but now I am a November bird
The time has come to leave this tree.

If you stare at the sun too long,
you know, sometimes you forget what it means
you forget to sing your own little song.

Take me to nor'easter winds
my feathers won't dull.

I'm a November bird,
cross my heart:

Ready to fly.
Ready to start.