From the recording Take Me to the Desert

Lyrics

When you think of it
Up high on the lonesome hill
Send me your love
I'll pass it along
 
This ol' weather vane
Tellin' lies again
But I feel the pretty blue breeze
It won't ever lie to me
 
Power lines
Treat the birds all right
My hands are tied
To my back tonight
And isn't it a peculiar sight
For to see the top of the city
 
I knew you well
And I loved you well
Now I'm just a bird on a thin black wire
And I wish you well
 
Power lines
Treat the birds all right
My hands are tied
To my back tonight
And isn't it a peculiar sight
For to see the top of the city