Visit mysterious fields   See them with small courage   There you will come to a bird   She may scream the word   But if that's what you think you heard   Then that's what you've heard   And if that's what you want to hear   Then that's what I will tell you      Black with the morning   The storm, and the morning star, its   Look, we are angels, or was   From a pregnant sky   And if that's where you think you'll go   Then that's where you'll go   And if that's what you want to feel   Then that's what I will sell you   And I'll come back, translucent and peeled   At Huffman Prairie Flying Field      I've come to start up my head   Been closed and locked up   For far too long   For far too long   For far too long   For far too long