This one came with no guarantee Came without instructions Without directions it'll leave Dusty blue and gray cobweb green Love to whisk you away It's just the whisky talking On your mobile device To touch base and not to face Could never suffice Cautiously desperate Yet no guarantee Dusty blue gray And cobweb green You won't see me soar or fly I'm the shyest in the sky, by far and the star for which all evenings wait Lady in waiting, man in a rush Cedar waxwing and a hermit thrush He's the star for which all evenings wait You are the dusk, you feel his ache darkness then bring Love on the wing, love on the wing Brown-eyed creeper with the deep dark eyes I'd like to keep her in paradise But she makes her own in dead or dying trees I close my eyes it ain't her I see But the yellow warbler I adore Me she ignores Last to leave in autumn And the first one back in spring Love on the wing, love on the wing See the barn swallow, smell the gunsmoke lonely tomorrow, hear the farm choke Baby--Love on the wing It's down to a finch, or a common house wren Can't stand the stench of either of them I could go back to the one, for the one there who waits For me to return and sing Who knows what tomorrow may bring? I am the star for which all evenings wait You are the dusk, feel my ache, darkness brings Love on the wing She didn't mean a thing Love on the wing, love on the wing