Yellow Bird

I'd like to come in from the rain

but will these blues ever let me be?

Every tear takes a turn on my window pane

and still you follow me

The dust crackles inside my radio

Now it won't play nothing but the blues

Even the pop star lost her shadow

I had to sew mine to my shoes

She sang, All my love, all my love is leaving me

Won't somebody tell me where it goes?

In my mother's book fathers kill their sons

and somehow it fills the collection plate

While these fresco fig leaves hide our love

an angry heart can sing the blues all day

Last night I dreamed a strange haiku

Wind tossed kite, be free.

I held my breath for you. Now

give the knife to me.'

All my love is vanishing

Won't somebody tell me where it goes?