Wandering albatross Diomedea exulans, adult in flight, Brazil, June

Riding the blue
Out the window patchwork quilt
How we built, how we moved
From place to place

White lights of the city
And the echo of lingering eyes
Traveling alone
Suitcase of stone

I’d rather be an albatross, flyin’ high
Than in the tailwinds
Looking back at what I left behind
Ooh, looking back at what I left behind
Ooh, looking back at what I left behind

Don’t ask me ’bout the places I’ve been
I know a face but can’t remember a name
I can’t remember a name
I can’t remember your name

On the highway all the day long
My destination is a windowless room
Another windowless room
Another windowless room

I’d rather be an albatross, flyin’ high
Than in the tailwinds
Looking back at what I left behind
Ooh, looking back at what I left behind

ALELA DIANE – ALBATROSS