I sat on the bluff overlooking the perfect valley
The old man looking over my shoulder
As the red sun tried to sneak out early from the show
The bird calls are songs about this place
And have never once mentioned his name
They will sing like this for hundreds of years
And these ruins will completely sink away
I listened for a while and night finally came
The old man is hidden in his dark head of hair
As the river still continues humming down below
I know why I came here to this place
Cause I didn't think I had one of my own
Thousands of birds are asleep in the valley
So I started my first song alone