Speak to Me - Trey Anastasio

And in the distance could be heard

What might have been a whispered word

I thought I heard a sighing too

And instantly I follow you

Just beyond and further still

A shadow of a larger hill

Moves between me and my view

And interrupts my thought of you

Then I see a rotten fly

Across my view into the sky

I thought perhaps he somehow knew

Why he appeared instead of you

A silent owl just floated by

The moon black in the summer sky

And I’m still here beneath this tree

Wondering when you’ll speak to me

Wondering when you’ll speak to me