A Song For You

Lady Of The Wood



I wouldn't care 'cause machines are for the birds,
I wouldn't care 'cause machines are for the birds

Every night, we watch the same surprise
And he ripped his wing off of his arm and
He stepped through the blooming door

Scarecrows were walking through the rows to warn him
"Have you seen the missing lady of this wood?"
"Oh no sir, it's oh-so-sad; she was taken away, taken away."

Moonlight was making his skin glow like the fireflies he'd taken
From the tiny scarecrows in a hurry; he said,
"Sir, you'll need these on your journey."

He came upon a wishing well, kneeling forward and he fell
Softly floating down on wings of fireflies
And he saw her lying there, tangles in her hair, in her hair

Oh, her pretty broken wrist
Was clutched under her fist
Her ankles were all wound
About a silver gown

Maybe someday you will hear the music.