Lyrics

If you want to fly across the white, my dear My dear - I'm going to fly with you Science-ing to sigh into the atmosphere, my dear I'm going to sigh with you Oh the visions of an island in the shade Oh the weatherman is playing silly games And all the answers come unglued No matter what you think Bobolink Fly on my bird fly on my word Fly on aglow Fly on Bobolink I can see the ocean floating by, my dear My dear I seize the sky with you Sink into the meadow don't be shy, my dear Oh I can breathe the island too Ah we're living in the season of the shapes Oh the shadows flocking over distant plains There comes a time when they'll be we To float upon the brink Bobolink Fly on my bird fly on my word Fly on High Low Fly on Bobolink