Blue Jay

Sifting through leaves and I think I found my favorite Pressed it down in a book so I'll never forget Ghosts take hold of the wind Take me places that I haven't been in years Take my fears, let them go Oh I don't want to be your ghost If I dream of you would you think of me? The way I believed at fourteen Superstition proved to be crippling Not knowing is its own relief But whatever I do My thoughts lead me back to you and the joys of naïveté Maybe I'll make it back someday Blue Jay Oh, brilliance is borderline emptiness When it comes to our past we see nothing but good But the future we need isn't only a fearful uncertainty Take my fears, make me bold I don't want you to be my ghost If I dream of you would you think of me the way I believed at fifteen Superstition proved to be crippling Not knowing is its own relief But whatever I do My thoughts lead me back to you and the joys of naïveté Maybe I'll make it back someday Blue Jay Knowing all that could be and not be Brings me to only memories Or don't you agree? Oh, the energy just seems to cripple me If we open our eyes, though, we might finally see Even at 32 degrees you just may find relief at a warming sun If I dream of you would you think of me The way I believed at sixteen Superstition proved to be crippling Not knowing is its own relief But whatever I do My thoughts lead me back to you and the joys of naïveté Maybe I'll make it back someday Blue Jay