Nightbird - LaBelle

Nightbird fly by the light of the moon

Makes no difference if it’s only a game

Released, relived, just for the day

It’s a nightbird’s way

She sees, she scores, she stores nothing away

And tomorrow’s a dream, running out of steam

Leaving bits and pieces in her way

She lives the day before day

Nightbird’s sky is never high enough

She only touches down

Just to fill her wings again

Laughing, crying, all the way

Hear the nightbird pray

She lives, she dies, she buys

What life gives away

And yesterday’s a thought, unwillingly caught

In a mind where time has nothing to gain

She feeds the fire for the flame

Nightbirds fly

Fly by the light of the moon