The Stars in my Head Patricia Taxxon

I took the evening train back into town
I sat in the rearmost seat
I hid within my wings
And softly cried to no one else but me

I left a trail of feathers
To my corpse they lead
I hope that no one else can see
I hope that no one else can see

I can’t lick my wounds in public
Might as well leave them all open
God knows I’ve learned to stuff it
Just like I have always been

But this is different, something
Hurts me so much more
I have to think, I have to ponder
What I’m doing all this for

Maybe I’m just not ready, the stars in my head won’t go where I think I should be able to
Maybe I should be honest, there’s a part of me that I might never be free of
Maybe I’m just not ready, the stars in my head won’t go where I think I should be able to
Maybe I should be honest, there’s a place for me, there’s a place for me

The landscape gallavants in darkness
Silver moonlight on the trees
My eyes glide off
The blurry outlines easily