Starlings
Well, we watched the starlings fly,
Around the burnt-down pier and die,
Spilled my coffee on my sleeve,
She wiped it with a smile,
And told me
I was juvenile,
And kissed me softly on my cheek
And her hair danced in the breeze,
Like a thousand swinging trees,
In a forest lying next to stormy seas

Well, we watched the wintry sky,
Turn a shade of turquoise,
Whispered softly,
I feel lost,
She turned with laughing eyes,
And curled her lips towards the sky,
And said, get your map out, then, you knob
And we laughed like a pair of fools,
Like kids, they laugh at school,
And we wandered home before the day brought dusk