I could be this sky tonight   double black and full of light   in the wings so blood-hot, blood-sweet and safe as a   naked baby      Favorite one, who knew we are   a big blue bird up and flying   we jingle us along, this same old different song's   a backhand crack to love      But would we sing the same   private plane   silver machines to your homeland   or a flight out of sight      You're a star before I wake and I   swing through these ten-cent highs   in a glitter gown of pavement thread   sure I got time, and of who I am, where I am bound   a dollar lost, a dollar found    as you keep walking the street