Sat at my window watched the world   Wake up this morning   Purple sky slowly turning golden,   Distant elms so orange   You'd swear they're burning      All this flowing water   Has got my mind wandering.   Do you ever finally reach   A point of knowing   Or do you just wake up one day   And say, I am going?       What will I tell you   When you ask me why I'm crying   Will I point above   At the red tail gracefully soaring   Or down below where it's prey   Is quietly trembling?       Two thousand years ago jesus is left there hanging.   Purple sky slowly turning golden.   Cowards at his feet loudly laughing.   Loved ones stumbling homeward   Their words reeling.   Red tail above my head quietly soaring.   Waters turn from ice, creak is roaring.   He says, enough of all this shit I am going.