Sunday evening and I'm drifting
Grasshoppers call dainty heroes outside my walls
And the night bird sings, spreading her broad wings
Hooked beak strikes like a missile in flight
And soldiers form airstrike
Fingered wings linger through the sky
And citizens cry
Led by the wind her prey is whichever way the wind blows
Hooked beak strikes like a missile in flight
Led by the wind her prey is whichever way the wind blows