Open Hand - David Wilcox

Here’s a picture of a bright blue bird

Standing on the open hand

Of a woman with long red hair

On the edge of a windswept land

A long fall to the rocks below

Dark threat of a storm behind

Light shines on her smiling face

Looking up at these hills to climb

She can feel the wind right now

Wash away her tracks and plans

If you want to live this life

Gotta hold it with an open hand

The sky flier’s got to face that wind

Feathers have to feel the air

He’s been where she’s never seen

He’s seen what she could not bear

But the two of them hold it all

The high view and the muddy miles

The free wing and the earthly trail

The deep heart and the endless sky

She can feel the wind right now

Wash away her tracks and plans

If you really want to live this life

Gotta hold it with an open hand