Daylight Under My Wing

Daylight Under My Wing From the golden chair I sing to you, from your old wild home, call you on my golden telephone to say I see reins in hand for a minute, I saw you living in the world fool was tied to his chair, laughter stifled in his stony lair I saw you lead saw the lovers hand in hand and the wheel started up again you are caught in the weeds, trying to command from your knees who might you be? --- Daylight Under My Wing - Itasca