Of this blackbird in flight,
Just to see what I could sow.
Another light in this big city glow.
I hardly recognized the place no more,
Cause now there were signs,
And they hung from every door.
One said "Be careful boy,
You know it ain't safe no more."
You know one seam is torn,
One person waits for a sign that'll never come,
One person lives each day like it's their last setting sun.
And he wore a diamond ring.
He said the path we take,
Well it can be a funny thing.
"Have you heard them trumpets sound."
"Have you heard them angels sing."
I cried "Dear Lord, won't you spare me please."
And his voice, well it went higher.
"You're gunna be fodder for the fire!"
I clicked my heels as I lit up a cigarette,
And I cracked a smile and said,
You know one seam is torn,
One person waits for a sign that'll never come,
One person lives each day like it's their last setting sun.
You know one seam is torn,
One person waits for a sign that'll never come,
One person lives each day like it's their last setting sun.