the edge of seventeen

suddenly, there was no one left standing in the hall. in a flood of tears that no one really ever heard fall at all, i went searchin' for an answer, up the stairs and down the halls-- just to hear the call of a nightbird singin' "come away, come away." well i hear you in the morning and i hear you at nightfall; sometime to be near you is to be unable to hear you, my love. i'm a few years older than you. just like the white winged dove sings a song, sounds like she's singing "ooh, ooh, ooh."