I've seen the south birds flying
as they hear the north wind crying.
By this time tomorrow they'll be far away.
Jody was the one that I
thought I could tell tomorrow by.
Watch her fly and she's gone with yesterday.
Could I find her again?
Could I find the rainbow's end
bending with every singing drop of rain?
I could walk a thousand miles
and still be the foolish child
who wanted to believe that she would stay.
What if I could find Jody
by the way those birds are going?
What if they could take me right to her?
In the spring they'll fly back north
to the places where they were before
but she has no reason to return.
Rough cut video posted to YouTube 11/8/11. Click here to watch the video.