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Wishing
They say that if a man walks long enough he will meet himself along the way. I’d like to think that happens every time I travel solo through the great Red Rock deserts of the Southwest. I think maybe that is the only place in the world where I can truly find peace with loss.
AM – vocals, guitar, cedar flute
N. Scott Robinson – spring drum, shaker
Words & music A. McKnight, ©2003 Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Condor soars, on outstretched wing,
from that altitude I bet you'd see a lot of funny things
red rock low, neath desert skies
I hope way up there's a place where our souls collide
Verse 2
Gravity, it holds me down,
keeps my orbit safe and low enough to ease the blow when I hit the ground
while angels dance, and prophets laugh
this flightless rustic poet stumbles blindly down the path
Chorus
In the blinking eye where dreams take flight
it's deafening in the quiet under these restless stars so bright
if I wish on their falling light
I'd wish I didn't need to make a wish tonight
Verse 3
Whooping crane, his joyful dance
he's so unaware of all the perils of his new romance
with one wing high, one leg kicks
as ten thousand fathers before guide his way through this
Chorus
