turn me loose
from your hand
let me fly
to distant lands
over green fields
trees and mountains
flowers and forest fountains
home along the lane of the skyway

for this dark and lonely room
projects a shadow casting gloom
and my eyes are mirrors
of the world outside
thinking all the ways that the wind can turn the tide
and these shadows turn from purple into grey

for just a skyline piogen
dreaming of the open
waiting for the day
he can spread his wing and fly away again
fly away skyline pigeon fly
towards the dreams you've left so very far behind

let me wake up in the morning
to the smell of new mown hay
to laugh and cry to live and die
in the brightness of my day
I wanna hear the ringing bells
of distant churches sing
but most of all please free me from this aching metal
ring
and open now this cage towards the sun

for just a skyline piogen
dreaming of the open
waiting for the day
he can spread his wing and fly away again
fly away skyline pigeon fly
towards the dreams you've left so very
so very far behind