Florida Birds from Family Album by Buick Audra

I’ve been holding in favor of doing it all alone
I’ve been wasting my labor on building pride
the winds that blow from the Southeast,
connect to something in my soul
they say, “let it all go now, come on, child...
it’s a miracle to be alive”

I want to swim free in the same old water
I want to sit still under the same old sun
I want to love strong as the same old daughter
I want to lie down when the day is done
oh, I hear the Florida birds calling me home

I’ve been loving in patterns, with dotted lines for where to cut
making stories into fabrics I combine
and you might say that it don’t matter,
but, my sweet love, it really does
wait 'til you end up with the wrong heart, just the wrong size
it’s a miracle that we still try

I want to swim free in the same old water
I want to sit still under the same old sun
I want to love strong as the same old daughter
I want to lie down when the day is done
oh, I hear the Florida birds calling me home

outside my window, are the sounds of where I’m from
every morning, they still come
oh, how do we grow old, and still get broken down to tears
by the sounds of all those years ago?

maybe it’s been too long now, I’ve been gone and on my own
I’ll be flying by nightfall…
I’m going home

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• alternative
• americana
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
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