Expecting To Fly

There you stood on the edge of your feather, Expecting to fly.

While I laughed, I wondered whether I should wave goodbye, Knowing that you'd gone.

By the summer it was healing, We had said goodbye. All the years we'd spent with feeling

Ended with a cry. Babe, now you know I'd try

 

Expecting to Fly - Neil Young/Buffalo Springfield Lovely song...

 

Better in black :)

Done