Little Bird
Sometimes it's hard to say
Even one thing true
When all eyes have turned aside
They used to talk to you
And people on the streets seem to disapprove
So, you keep moving away
And forget what you wanted to say
Little bird
Little bird
Brush your grey wings on my head
Say what you said
Say it again
They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me
I'm golden
Sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from the lies
Nobody knows what's in the hold of your minds
We are all building and people inside
Never know who walks through the door
Is it someone that you've met before
Little bird
Little bird
Brush your grey wings on my head
Say what you said
Say it again
They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me
I'm golden
Little bird
I know what I know
A wind in the trees and a road
That goes winding 'onder
From here, I see rain, I hear thunder
Somewhere, there's sun
And you don't need a reason
Sometimes it's hard to find a way to keep on
Quiet weekends, holidays
You come undone
Open your window and look upon
All the kinds of alive you can be
Be still, be light, believe me
Little bird
Little bird
Brush your grey wings on my head
Say what you said
Say it again
They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me
I'm golden
I'm golden
Even one thing true
When all eyes have turned aside
They used to talk to you
And people on the streets seem to disapprove
So, you keep moving away
And forget what you wanted to say
Little bird
Little bird
Brush your grey wings on my head
Say what you said
Say it again
They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me
I'm golden
Sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from the lies
Nobody knows what's in the hold of your minds
We are all building and people inside
Never know who walks through the door
Is it someone that you've met before
Little bird
Little bird
Brush your grey wings on my head
Say what you said
Say it again
They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me
I'm golden
Little bird
I know what I know
A wind in the trees and a road
That goes winding 'onder
From here, I see rain, I hear thunder
Somewhere, there's sun
And you don't need a reason
Sometimes it's hard to find a way to keep on
Quiet weekends, holidays
You come undone
Open your window and look upon
All the kinds of alive you can be
Be still, be light, believe me
Little bird
Little bird
Brush your grey wings on my head
Say what you said
Say it again
They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me
I'm golden
I'm golden
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Tannen, Deborah R Talan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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