Here I Land Again

Here I Land, again

There at Neon Lake Motel, the bird

Wailed to keep away the waking hours

I go there every night just to feel safe

All the time I will

Wait for dark to shape my escape

Getting by, who knew?

We could fly this low, without a scrape.

Here I go, I see myself, a child

Pressing down record and singing wild

Pointing at the blue book on the shelf

I hold him and I tell him he was right

No one meant to fly this low, You and I should know.