Noisy Birds (Eldorado Hills)


alone again on manhattan island, all the street walkers left town.
walked over the brooklyn bridge and disappeared into the night.

hot again as the noisy birds wake early to sing, completing song after song.
they know when to alter the melody, they get it just right.

tired again of the routines of life, used up body and lit up mind.
the horse, the cart, and the buggy too, take the buggy too.

day again in the eldorado hills, the envious scatter to make their lives.
another rotation as we travel in a circle around the sun, we just traveling around the sun.