From the album Hocus Pocus
Words and Music by Billy Dechand
© 1998 Bucktooth Music (ASCAP)
I know birds sing, and why
Because they fly, it's so fine
Who should know better than they
Who really try
Back there you hear
Far-flung euphoria falls from before your ears
Burr that don't mumble sits dark on the mountains
It makes a blind spot night
Very near you heard
Fifteen horn from two miles away like snowfall
Born to rear the greatest weight: Anticipation
Leaders and ledgers may someday pen
An open ear
The call will burn your eyes
Cross-tracks town the sounds glorious
Sunspots follow twists and turn
Foresights blind
Very near you heard
Fifteen horn from two miles away like snowfall
Born to rear the greatest weight: Anticipation
Leaders and ledgers may someday pen
An open ear