Scarecrow's Journey

It's not these empty

Fields lost in snow

Nor the dusty dew

That clings to my clothes

I've been left in fields of prisoner

I can here the distant cars

I am waiting for the night to surrender

Throw away her stars

Throw away her stars

Sometimes a rainbow is left after a storm

Sometimes the trees laugh when the wind is warm

But I have thoughts that leave me nearly screaming

So I will tie myself to the sun

I'm gonna finish a whole lot of dreaming

Until it's done, until it's done

Soft conversations with soaring birds

Their voices reaching with unspoken words

And they sing about a pocket full of highways

To take me almost anywhere

I am sure there is one going my way

Breathing the free air, breathing the free air

Tired seasons pass me by, slowly returning

Their leaves of summer made for the autumn's burning

My leaves of summer waiting for their sowing

They won't grow unless I am going

I am going

Dawn sends her fingers and blue hills will yawn

Scarecrow is leaving to finish the song