Flying Machines - Trey Anastasio

Flying machines

Paint the morning sky

There is a white crescent moon

Hanging up high

Surrounded by blue

And the wave roll in

And collapse on the sand

Sun shows its face and shines on the land

Shines on the land

Flying machines

With broad majestic wings

Flies in the sky i hear they sing (haaaaaaa)

Perfectly designed

They seen flash by

And they are yours and they are mine

Yesterday is over time takes it toll

Sweet birds are flying like the wings of my soul

The warm breeze

The eyes to the sky

Feel the even flow of the change in time

Flying machines as we make our way

White moon is speechless with nothing to say

Ease into a glide

Such graceful things

Can’t wait to see what tomorrow will brings

Flying machines