Space Between the Lines - Tim O'Brien

There’s a little sparrow singin'

In a ring around the sun

And I’m right here on the shoulder

Just stickin' out my thumb

No one tells a bird to fly

They just jump and spread their wings

They fly south in the winter

And then they come back in the spring

And I’m right back where I started

In the space between the lines

I come expecting nothing

But what I find

I don’t follow others' footsteps

I’m the wind between the pines

I only wish that I could stay here

In the space between the lines

And there’s an angel in the desert

And an island in the sand

And I’m right here on the shoulder

So I’ll get there when I can

No one tells a bird to fly

They just jump and spread their wings

It was time for me to travel

Until I found my song to sing

And I’m right back where I’d started

In the space between the lines

I come expecting nothing

But what I find

I don’t follow others' footsteps

I’m the wind between the pines

I only wish that I could stay here

In the space between the lines