Summer Sky

Bird of Prey

Bird of prey, bird of prey 
Flying high, flying high 
In the summer sky 

Bird of prey, bird of prey 
Flying high, flying high 
Gently pass on by 

Bird of prey, bird of prey 
Flying high, flying high 
Am I going to die 

Bird of prey, bird of prey 
Flying high, flying high 
Take me on your flight

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding 
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind

Underwaterfall, Underwaterfall 
The girls return from summer balls 
Let's steal the eye that sees us all

By Jim Morrison