Lightly tripping through The misty dripping morning Up the stairs to see if she was home When I found a note That she'd wrote with a pen Attached upon her door And the two weeks stack of daily papers Said goodbye to someone that I love And it looks as if she's headed For the country once again Far from the city sidewalks The neons and the rain Back to the grassy meadows To run barefoot through the wind They tell me that she's headed for the country once again I miss her sermons of Seek and ye shall find Truth is just a bluebird flying blind And a special prayer for those Whose mind should ever flow One for the weary, for the sick And the passing of the good