Well, they laid down together ‘Neath the goose feather down They were birds of a feather In that downy old town Circling round each other For so many years Foraging the courage to Fend off their fears On a flight of fancy It was fate they found Finding one another As they hit the ground Nesting close together As the night wore on Cooing and a wooing As they sang their song… And as the night wore on They sang their song, They sang their song… But when the day had come, The song was done. They flew in different directions Out to parts unknown To sever the connection to That place called home Spreading out their wings And trying hard to fly Spiraling much higher Up into the sky Started soaring faster Straight into the sun Felt it getting hotter So they turned around Wanting to be happy With the dreams they’d won Wanting to be happy With the lives they found But, as the years wore on The want was none, The want was none And as the years wore on, Their dreams were gone. Returning to the tiny town From whence they came They could hear each other Calling out their names A lusting and a longing Clearly in their sights Yearnin’ for the burnin’ Of that wanton night - Hoping they could replicate The warmth they’d found So, they laid down together Neath the goose feather down Birds of a feather In that dusty old town….. Birds of a feather In that dusty old town….. And as the night wore on They sang their song, They sang their song, And when the day had come, The song was done. And as the night wore on They sang their song, They sang their song And when the day had come, The song was done, the song was done.