Kestrel Lyrics

See the small kestrel

Wither 'way beneath the swell

Makes no strides, although she tries

With will to go she can not fly

See that cat upon the floor

Play the game that she adores

Too caught now between those strings

Too mixed up, to find a thing

To be turned 'round is no reason

To forget things that give you meaning

Twist the strings between my fingers

And I watch them splinter

Where you laid, the blanket bare

My spirit stayed to find you there

I fiddle with wax on the table end

I light the wick and watch it spend

Like a dog, beneath street light

Finds no place to rest in sight

Sometimes skittish and uncertain

Of few words, a worried person

To be lonesome is no trouble

Still I wonder for tomorrow

Crumble wax between my fingers

And I watch the wick burn

See the small kestrel

Wither 'way beneath the swell

Makes no strides, although she tries

With will to go she can not fly