The Wild Trapeze (Boyd Brandon)

A boy upon a tireless trail, with the wind at his back He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One. The birds, the bees, the wild trapeze, Symbiotic heart-attack. He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One. Stand still! Like a humming bird in flight. Stand still! Like a humming bird in flight. Stand still! Like a humming bird in flight. Stand still! Like a humming bird in flight. No borders, no empires, no inquisitions, Point or blame. He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One. Up North, down South, back East and out West, They're saying his bright-eyed name. He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One. Stand still! Like a humming bird in flight. Stand still! Like a humming bird in flight. Stand still! Like a humming bird in flight. Stand still! Like a humming bird in flight. Still, Still like a humming bird in flight. He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One, -coming One Armed only with an old guitar, Broken-end on wits and whim, He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One. Humming bird up in an April sky, observed and said of him He's becoming One, -coming One Yeah, he's coming home.