BIRDS OF A FEATHER

i would be sad if not for you
you would be blue if not for me
good thing we travel well together
birds of a feather in the shivery breeze

i would be sitting in some station waiting
you would be riding on some aeroplane
we would have no one to turn to
when the fine weather turned to rain

now if i ever am unkind
please know i’ll never be untrue
‘cause even when you’re nowhere near my side
no one comes as close as you

and if the journey should take us separate roads
for a week couple months half a year
well then in turn we can only suppose
that the time we spend together
will be ever so much more dear, dear

i’ve put away my pipes and bottles
i’ve put away my childish things
the only chemistry that interests me
is the smoke and fire when you and i sing

i could be walking down some city street
you could be driving up some motorway
we would have no one to break into smiles with
when the sunshine break through the gray

and then i would be sad were it not for you
and you would be blue if not for be
good thing we travel well together
birds of a feather in the shivery breeze

winter 98 New Orleans
© myshkin 1999