Lyric

Saw her at the overpass just when the day was leaving

Two massive wings folded, like she'd never think of fleeing

Not red, not gold—something in between those shades

Something that the camera never can convey

She was checking her feathers, each one in order

Like a pilot doing preflight before the border

I asked her where she's headed, she just looked at me

Said: where the city ends is where I want to be

Wings at dusk, pulling at the sky

Wings at dusk, time to say goodbye

Wings at dusk, she's already gone

Wings at dusk, staying far too long

Said she's been in human cities long enough to tire

Said she's read the room and smelled the ending fire

Land's getting smaller, options getting thin

Time to ride the thermals and begin again

Wings spread wide, and the streetlights dimmed

Something ancient moving at the rim

Feathers catch the last light

Wings catch the breeze

She rises above the trees

Gone but not quite

Still here, not quite

Wings at the edge of the night