Melissa Ruth: Songs

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The sky is a thoroughfare
And we are all just trying to get there
The passing cars are a hurricaine
The passing birds, a motorcade

And I'm rolling
I'm the last bird home
I'm rolling
I'm the last bird home

The cement is wet and grey
Like the wettest clouds on the greyest day
And the mudflaps are like two tiny beating wings
On the back of some beaten thing

And I'm rolling
I'm the last bird home
I'm rolling
I'm the last bird home

The blinking street lights
Are heaven's stars so bright
And the long highway winding
Is the blue horizon

And I'm rolling
I'm the last bird home
I'm rolling
I'm the last bird home