Artist: The Innocence Mission Album: Small Planes ----------------------------- Rooftop ------- I hope you are on your rooftop now, in the sun, in the middle of five hundred flowers, and the warm wind blows your scarf around, flying like a flag. I hope you are on your rooftop now. I hope you are on your rooftop now, in the sun, in the middle of five hundred flowers, and the warm wind blows your scarf straight out, flying like a flag. I hope you are on your rooftop now. Too Early To Say ---------------- Long roads of orange groves I try, try to see down. Joyful arrival may be far, far away. When will I see you coming so many miles? It is too early to say. Out in the backyard I will wait for a downpour. The sky may open but it won’t be today. When will I see you coming so many miles? It is too early to say. Oh down orange groves, narrow roads I have been looking. I am half in tomorrow and half in today. When will I see you coming so many miles? It is too early to say. Wait for bright news to reach us, wait for bright news to reach me. We will sing through the city, we will sing through the day. When will I see you coming so many miles? It is too early to say. Migration --------- My love will sail this ship through great storms and ice flows. He is not afraid as I am, he is not afraid. And this is why he knows the way. And this is why he knows the way. He knows the way. Oh my brothers and sisters, he is so kind, despite the losses that have made us this sad. Five blocks of sidewalk chalk he steers us clear of, blue ice skaters and animals. And this is why he knows the way. And this is why he knows the way. He knows the way. All the birds of this neighborhood are leaving. Some days we feel left behind. Today ----- Into the traffic changing, a good friend I have had. Today, today his leaving makes me sad. My friend is starting over. There is a trembling. Today, today is trembling through the trees. If you see him there on your street will you smile or shake his hand? Today, today, the brotherhood of man. The Girl On My Left ------------------- Some days ring out into night my failures with people right here. The living room growing wide. If I get near, what will I say? Miles to fly over, miles to the girl on my left. The boy I love, he can walk right over to anyone here and talk about anything, rain porches, car trips to the sea. Miles to fly over miles to the girl on my left. Walk over, fly over, run over, walk over there. People feel loved when he’s around. People feel light when he’s around. Song About Traveling -------------------- A man said Why, why does traveling in cars and in trains make him feel sad, a beautiful sadness. I’ve felt this before. It’s the people in the cities you’ll never know, it is everything you pass by, wondering will you ever return. The colors of rowboats, the greens and the blues. Orange grove side streets you only see halfway. And beaches in winter and when kites are flown. It’s the people in the cities you’ll never know, it is everything you pass by, wondering will you ever return. Oh Do Not Fly Away ------------------ I’ll wait to ring the bells awhile, till all the light and color have stayed the whole of spring, until I believe it. And if, and if I count on you, oh do not fly away. I dare not count on you, it is too early to say. Oh can you tell me of the future, if something is the matter? I am afraid to look down the road much further. And if, and if I count on you, oh do not fly away. I dare not count on you, it is too early to say. All through the dog paths and hazel, in every place I’ve entered, I’ve looked for you to come, years ago or sooner. And if, and if I count on you, oh do not fly away. I dare not count on you, it is too early to say. I Left The Grounds ------------------ I have turned around. I’m walking back to join the choir. Leaves are flying through the sky. There’s a hidden life, there’s a life that no one knows, there are things that can’t be told. And Sister Michael didn’t know. I’ve never said a word to her. It’s not her fault, but it was getting hard enough to be around. I left the grounds. Some Clear Joy Is Coming ------------------------ Father John in the driveway comes here to bless me. My Father in the morning will bend to hear me. Some clear joy is coming on some slowest train, I am hearing it coming again. Flowerless in the country, birdless in the spring, my man and I are weeping, we have been weeping. Some clear joy is coming on some slowest train. Do you hear that it’s coming again? Small Planes ------------ I know what you mean, when you want to run to meet the world, intentions may not carry you far. Small planes are here but they never leave my room at all, they don’t make it through, they don’t make it out. I want to be like Sister Veronica, whose life connects with so many lives. Small planes are here but they never leave my room at all. They don’t make it through, they don’t make it out. My words to him they didn’t touch him, not at all. And I never can say what I mean to say. Small planes are here but they never leave my room at all. They don’t make it through, they don’t make it out. Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles, when am I going to leave here? Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles, when am I going to get there? Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles, who am I going to help there? Twenty-five miles or thousands of miles, when am I going to get there?