Jonathan

Circles in the sky White as paper fly Sound of seagulls crying fills the air High above the lonely one is there Jonathan he cares To feel better Like the passing wind Swooping down again Waitin' for the sun to turn to night Find him miles away in endless flight Longing to be free Telling you and me Give me wings to fly Tell me why, tell me why The answer must be heard And from a lonely bird He's giving us a reason to believe See the painted silver sunlight on his wing As he sails upon the wind and slowly skyward Flying as to music you can hear him sing Like the windsong on the breeze he seems to sigh Give me wings to fly Tell me why, tell me why The answer must be heard And from a lonely bird He's showing us the way we can be free