[Lyric] The Stars in my Head (Patricia Taxxon)

I took the evening train back into town
I sat in the rearmost seat
I hid within my wings
And softly cried to no one else but me

I left a trail of feathers
To my corpse they lead
I hope that no one else can see
I hope that no one else can see

I can’t lick my wounds in public
Might as well leave them all open
God knows I’ve learned to stuff it
Just like I have always been

But this is different, something
Hurts me so much more
I have to think, I have to ponder
What I’m doing all this for

Maybe I’m just not ready, the stars in my head won’t go where I think I should be able to
Maybe I should be honest, there’s a part of me that I might never be free of
Maybe I’m just not ready, the stars in my head won’t go where I think I should be able to
Maybe I should be honest, there’s a place for me, there’s a place for me
The landscape gallavants in darkness
Silver moonlight on the trees
My eyes glide off
The blurry outlines easily

I want to sing
Alas it seems my voice has left the ring
There’s something broken deep inside me
My responsibility

I wish that I could spread my wings
And fly until the morning
I wish that I could taste the air
And behold all before me

Perhaps I’d fly so high
That I would find it hard to breathe
The choice to fall from heaven
Has been stolen away from me

Maybe I’m just not ready, the stars in my head won’t go where I think I should be able to
Maybe I should be honest, there’s a part of me that I might never be free of
Maybe I’m just not ready, the stars in my head won’t go where I think I should be able to
Maybe I should be honest, there’s a place for me, there’s a place for me

Now the homeward demon’s bound the last soul to the elevator
The unloved alien has found someone to live for
Our blooming spider spun a home for all her family
And this lowbrow cartoon gained an audience of millions
Now the long lost sparkledog has found an artist’s hand to make her
The ashened classroom’s overgrown with gleeful flowers
Now the prideful sparrow only needs his own visage to sing to
And the frightened animal has found somewhere to hide

Maybe I’m just not ready, the stars in my head won’t go where I think I should be able to
Maybe I should be honest, there’s a part of me that I might never be free of
Maybe I’m just not ready, the stars in my head won’t go where I think I should be able to
Maybe I should be honest, there’s a place for me, there’s a place for me