Starin' up the road at 4am as my eyes began to close, something white was in the distance - small and standing in the road. A little swerve, a closer look, and there sweet alba stood right before my eyes.

Stilted on two little legs as small as small could seem, 'til she opened up her wings and then began the dream: the inoculating flight, painting darkness into light, softly cutting through the pain and fear of night. Landing nearly steps away, I couldn't help but wonder...

Chorus: If lightening was a creature would its hollow voice be thunder? These days I know I try so hard to keep from going under - the toe is pulling me out to sea, and I'm afraid I'm gonna lose my direction

May alba's wings bring the light that lives inside the dark, shoot an arrow made of night straight into my heart so I can learn to live and be in balance with the darker shades of me. May alba's wings lift me up and teach me how to fly. If I lose sight of my shores, well, I know I'll be alright - got a sea to cross, got a story, got a song to sing.

As I did proceed back down the road I saw a brown eyed skunk, pacing back and forth, sifting through a pile of junk (a mess of dead old leaves) trying to investigate and taking his sweet time. Well, I was standing on the scene of a crime, a crime that did take place many years ago before the dawn of human race. And as the verdict came, he called my name, said listen here, "well, darlin' do you wonder?"

Chorus

"may alba's wings give you strength to find the truth inside of you, let you know you're gonna do just what you're gonna do, and that's alright, well you'll make it through the night and the sun will kiss your face"

When I traveled on I was seeking out the sunshine and the birds. To see their colors, hear their songs, feel their truths emerge. At the edge of the marsh, on the side of the road I saw a vixen; she was bleeding. Does her spirit know the answer to my question?

May alba's wings do right, light up the dark side of my brain. Lift me up, sing a song, help me fufill my name as a soothsayer, as a maiden on a voyage to the sea. May alba's wings sing a song as they push against the night. "I may not know a lot, but I know, well, I know I'll be alright if I listen to the voices deep inside my shadow and my light"

Well, I've been livin' life - I'm tryin' to live my life with alba's wings as my guide.