Starlings - Passenger

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, I

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