On the Eyre Peninsula many birds die because instinct on road traffic hasn't developed in them yet. "lyrics"
Oddball
the blacktop warms our feathers
and there's grain seeds by the road
we were rustlin’ in the sunshine
when the metal took your soul
as it was
for me
the bloodlines on the white lines
and the outlines of your shadow
one more pair of eyes
one more pair of wings
it’s how it was
for me
the wheels keep rolling by
and you don’t move a bone
guess it’s time to say goodbye
find another home
the bloodlines on the white lines
and the outlines of your shadow
this is my final memory
now I’m alone on the wire
it’s how it was
for me
Words by Eli
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Written on 2016-12-13 at 10:02
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