maybe sparrow, you should wait
the hawks alight ‘til morning
you never pass beyond the gate
if you don’t hear my warning

notes are hung so effortless
with the rise and fall of sparrow’s breast
it’s a drowning diving back to the chorus

oh, my sparrow, it’s too late
your body limp beneath my feet
your dusty eyes as cold as cane
didn’t hear my warning
didn’t hear my warning

maybe sparrow, it’s too late
the moonlight glanced off metal wings
in a thunderstorm above the clouds
the engine hums a sparrow’s phrase
for those who cannot hear the words

maybe sparrow