Tattered Old Kite

Tattered old kite
Must have been spring when you got flown
But there's no leaves in sight
Left you there to swing up there alone
Tangled in branches, and held by a string
That once let you fly in trusted breeze
Love floated me, I know the way it feels

So I walk on the ice
The river is silent as a stone
It's the same river twice
But the one that we walked into is gone
Downstream forever, or so it would seem
When the summer rain so deeply flows
Love floated me, I know the way it goes

I can't work this key
Damn thing is jammed or frozen closed
It's a strange place to be
Trying to pry my own windows
But there was a second
There was a match that was made
There was a key that is warm inside your purse
Love opened me, I know how well it works

Tattered old kite
I walk on the ice
I can't work this key
To you and me