Edie

The land within his sight, an old man and his star, a voyage full of strife, he sets his almond eyes birds sing on the tar, strain their voices high, sweep summer to the sky, the moon is up so far, hope sings on midnight wires, alone in this lasting light, a door is still ajar, maybe she's there his wife, still minds all the fights, when she left the farm, someone understood his plight, brought her back tonight, home away from Casino bars, if he plays it right, his cards all marked.