Brown Bird

There's a little brown bird sitting at your window
He knows you're in 934
He's here to see you
Can your tired eyes see the question burning inside me?
If they'd operated sooner
Would you be here?

Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
Can you feel my hand?

There's been so much second-guessing
So much confusion
All those forms
All that testing
Always waiting
They are doing everything that they're allowed to help you
If we had a better way
You know I'd take you there

Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
Can you feel my hand?

Let me rub those lines from your forehead with my fingers
Morning nurse is coming soon
Rest, my darling
We should have a name for the bird who likes your window
There he is again
I think he's here to see you

Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
Can you feel my hand?



Credits
Writer(s): Carla Howell
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