Jonathan

Circles in the sky
 White as paper fly
 Sound of seagulls crying fills the air
 High above the lonely one is there
 Jonathan he cares
 To feel better
 Like the passing wind
 Swooping down again
 Waitin' for the sun to turn to night
 Find him miles away in endless flight
 Longing to be free
 Telling you and me
 Give me wings to fly
 Tell me why, tell me why
 The answer must be heard
 And from a lonely bird
 He's giving us a reason to believe
 See the painted silver sunlight on his wing
 As he sails upon the wind and slowly skyward
 Flying as to music you can hear him sing
 Like the windsong on the breeze he seems to sigh
 Give me wings to fly
 Tell me why, tell me why
 The answer must be heard
 And from a lonely bird
 He's showing us the way we can be free