S.O.S.

fly, blackbird, fly

frozen the sea I see you

old cover clouds        new snow        there they go.



silent but wings

sun orange small I see you

nowhere is home        go alone        and alone.



fly, angel, fly

older than me I feel you

coalcovered clouds        white snow        there you go.



heard myself call

far from them all I feel you

left them behind        or ahead        and he said:



sooner or later you get up off the floor

when no one wants to hear it anymore.

someday soon you’re gonna get up off the floor

‘cause no one wants to hear that…



cry, blackbird, cry

over the waves I hear you

coalcovered clouds        white snow        there they go.



ice on your wings

songless he sings I hear you

nowhere is home        all alone        there’s a phone.

[Kevin Moore, S.O.S., 1998]

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