Spacesuit

This is the year I was born Pulled from the ground Roots rinsed off and torn Now I'm exploring And learning how to use my two hands Knuckles blue like the sky And I cried knowing you were leaving Even though you are not gone We still sing in perfect harmony To our favorite song A choir angel who traded her robe A choir angel who traded her robe For a spacesuit A bird they cannot contain You said the greatest birds are ones set free To sing among the trees Meadowlark When you come home Rest your head upon me And sing to me The stories of the things you've seen A firebird who traded her woes A firebird who traded her woes For something new I hope the south treats you well my dear I know how you get this time of year Brain and body chills will disappear Soon replaced with paperbacks My choir angel who traded her robe My choir angel who traded her robe My choir angel who traded her robe My choir angel who traded her robe For a spacesuit