I find myself Tossing stones at the whippoorwill While he sings on the windowsill After dusk I read all the books Studied all the arithmetic Bought into its politics In a rush But I'm flying Riding The lightning in the wind And just around the bend A radiant morning sky But the bird just sings at night I'm building a wall Getting lost in the Albertson's Throwing back Ibuprofen For the bullet in my heart I'm calling it off Bring my body from the night Have the birds keep singing right Into the morning sun Cause I'm flying I'm riding The lightning in the wind And just around the bend A radiant morning sky But the bird still sings at night How I've settled in the mourning How I've only sung at night It's always darkest before morning Maybe I've grown to hate the light Cause I'm flying I'm riding The lightning in the wind And just around the bend A radiant morning sky So I'll sing into the light