A Bird Is a Song Lyrics

Colorado, can you hear me?
Are you listening, are you even there?
Colorado, are you listening?
Do you hear me, do you even care?
The concrete canopy, mountains of symmetry;
The city policy, the city air.
The boroughs I have seen seem so unfair,
As do the feathers on the sidewalks I find there.

I do not need to speak, but I want to listen
To the tiniest of flights and their transmissions.
The words tied to their wings
Are the words I'm going to sing.
The noise, small and strong:
A bird is a song.
Torch the sails, and set fire to our deals:
My heaven is here, my heaven is here.
Who would need escape, who would seek salvation
From a place so bright and clear?
I do not need to see, but I need a vision.
I want seamless operation upon ignition.
The fuel that I salt away
Will keep us through the darkest of days;
Will keep us well through winters long,
And when springtime starts her broadcast,
The birds are our song.

Keep your feathers clean and dry.