begin again from the beginning

i traveled till' each road had met the end of the earth, with nowhere else to go, i looked back in amazement. when i finally realized how far that i had actually gone. i was still standing in the same place that i started. till' i fell down and i cried out but there was silence, a deafening silence more brilliant than anything. and there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood. at least that's what you saw. i saw an angel, on the whitest november's morning. and i heard her sing the sweetest cry as if she wanted to reach down and tell me it would be all right, and i knew it would be all right. i walked on and stared into that golden sun. i was blinded but enamored by it's beauty. till' i fell down and i cried out but there was silence, a deafening silence more brilliant than anything. and there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood. at least that's what you saw. i saw an angel, on the whitest november's morning. and i heard her sing the sweetest cry as if she wanted to reach down and tell me it would be all right, and i knew it would be all right. foreign train tracks serenade you but their sound is never permanent these landscapes ever changing like arrival times on railway billboards you close your eyes and they are gone. and there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood. at least that's what you saw. i saw an angel, on the whitest november's morning. and i heard her sing the sweetest cry as if she wanted to reach down and tell me it would be all right, and i knew it would be all right.