It's blue dusk now
Us bats come out at night
Over the farm
And there's two silos
We're flying over

It's a small house
There is glare from a metal awning
My favorite tree has lost it's leaves
I'm flying over

I'm flying over
Too high?
Did I lose communication with you?
There will be fog in the morning.
Did I lose you? Did I lose you?
(Echo)