And their feathers once so fine grew torn and tattered And in the end they traded their tired wings For the resignation that living brings. - Jackson Browne

These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
For you
And all the times I had the chance to.

Everybody's just waiting to hear from the one
Who can give them the answers
And lead them back to that place in the warmth of the sun
Where sweet childhood still dances Who'll come along And hold out that strong But gentle fathers hand?

Talk about celestial bodies,
And your angels on the wing.
She wasn't much good at stickin' around--but
That girl could sing.
She could sing...<p>In the dead of night,
She could shine a light
On some places that you've never been.
In that kind of light,
You could lose your sight
And believe there was something to win.