Still Dreaming America

There’s a whistle of a distant bird that calls so clear to me
Comes like a sudden shiver, like a jolt of memory
When the doubt dwelling in my head says my endeavors are all absurd
I disagree, come sing to me the whistle of a distant bird
Of the whistle of a distant bird

I’m  tripping over time
Slipping out of space
I walk a high tight line, gotta loose shoelace
Through this wall of silence comes no word
Just the whistle of a distant bird

On the stairway of descending days  / I will sing my remaining notes
When the light is leaning away from me
There’ll be a song stuck in my throat
Never really had a choice
Just had to march to the drum I heard
My parade was made to the music of
The whistle of a distant bird

I’m  tripping over time
Slipping out of space
I walk a high tight line, gotta loose shoelace
Through this wall of silence comes no word
Just the whistle of a distant bird
The whistle of a distant bird