Open Hand

Here's a picture of a bright blue bird
 Standing on the open hand
 Of a woman with long red hair
 On the edge of a windswept land
 A long fall to the rocks below
 Dark threat of a storm behind
 Light shines on her smiling face
 Looking up at these hills to climb
 She can feel the wind right now
 Wash away her tracks and plans
 If you want to live this life
 Gotta hold it with an open hand
 The sky flier's got to face that wind
 Feathers have to feel the air
 He's been where she's never seen
 He's seen what she could not bear
 But the two of them hold it all
 The high view and the muddy miles
 The free wing and the earthly trail
 The deep heart and the endless sky
 She can feel the wind right now
 Wash away her tracks and plans
 If you really want to live this life
 Gotta hold it with an open hand