Nightingale

Does it seem like I'm looking for an answer,
To a question I can't ask?
I don't know which way the feather falls,
Or if I should blow it to the left.

Nightingale,
Sing us a song,
Of a love that once belonged.
Nightingale,
Tell me your tale,
Was your journey far too long?

All the voices that are spinnin' around me,
Trying to tell me what to say.
Can I fly right behind you?
And you can take me away,
You can take me away.

~Norah Jones