Arrival

My Dad is a miracle, and so's my mom, they fly over the blue.
They finish their dinner and then they take one another's hands,
And off they go to find a broader point of view.
For it's a give and take beyond the ordinary,
What with all the cats and kids that they've loved.
And they-o will not be alone.

Well my friends give me purple flowers and orange tea,
On goosedown spilling quilts and turquoise chairs.
We greet one another in a wild profusion of words,
And wave farewell amidst a wonderment of air.
And in the laughing times we know that we are lucky.
And in the quiet times we know that we are blessed.
And we-o will not be alone.

Well the light that stopped the night felt like forgiveness to you,
As the garbage trucks came bustling through their rounds.
You stared at all the pictures on your wall and all the postcards from your friends,
As you heard the birds and old familiar sounds.
And that's when you knew this world can't be saved, only discovered.
And then you knew things could be different than before.
And now you-o will not be alone anymore.