Two songbirds on opposite branches Calling out to the morning Though their wings retired and their feathers blind to each other Their voices fly, their voices fly How can we leave when this old tree is all that we've known, oh How can we turn away when the burls and knots have always been home? What's to doubt with all other beaks pointing south? And every fainting leaf blankets ground Tell me what am I to you? Just a speck in the big wild blue? Oh no, that's not true Now let's harmonize our sorrows and sighs And brace for the winter gloom Two songbirds on opposite branches Calling out to the morning Though their wings retired and their feathers blind to each other Their voices fly, their voices fly Now do we grieve? Caught between two worlds on fire What do we cling to now When the tongue's cut out of the timbered choir? Did we miss the moment to hitch ourselves to the lightning vein? oh Did we miss the moment that never came? Tell me what are we supposed to do? Plunging into the starless flume Oh it can't be true We'll leave our hearts impressed on the peregrine crest And wait for the daylight new Two songbirds on opposite branches Calling out to the morning Though their wings retired and their feathers blind to each other Their voices fly, their voices fly Calling out to the morning Their voices fly, their voice fly