Music by elton john
Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album don't shoot me i'm only the piano player
You wore a little cross of gold around your neck
I saw it as you flew between my reason
Like a raven in the night time when you left
I wear a chain upon my wrist that bears no name
You touched it and you wore it
And you kept it in your pillow all the same
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms
I thought myself her keeper
She thought i meant her harm
She thought i was the archer
A weather man of words
But i could never shoot down
My high-flying bird
The white walls of your dressing room are stained in scarlet red
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man
In the foreign field of death
Wouldn't it be wonderful is all i heard you say
You never closed your eyes at night and learned to love daylight
Instead you moved away