Freebirds (palindrome)

may, and it's raining again.
but jet planes draw lines across the sky in
white, they form strings around our necks,
and her breath is smoke filled, expels small halos,
her voice dances around my smile
as the faded cassette bursts forth playing Yes;
so the last of her cigarette is snuffed
and there's miles behind our pain,
asphault and steam underneath our feet
our lives stretch out on the road,
like mother, like daughter, we're nomads
freebirds
freebirds
like mother, like daughter, we're nomads
our lives stretch out on the road,
asphault and steam underneath our feet
and there's miles behind our pain,
so the last of her cigarette is snuffed
as the faded cassette bursts forth, playing Yes;
her voice dances around my smile
and her breath is smoke filled, expels small halos,
white, they form strings around our necks,
but jet planes draw lines across the sky in
may, and it's raining again.