Sometimes it's hard to say even one thing true When all eyes turned aside They used to talk to you And people on the street seem to disapprove So you keep moving away And forget you wanted to say
Little bird, little bird Brush your gray wings on my head Say what you said, say it again They tell me I'm crazy But you told I'm golden
Sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from a lie Nobody knows what's in hold of your mind We are all buildings and people inside Never know who'll walk through the door Is it someone you've met before?
Little bird, little bird Brush your gray wings on my Say what you said, say it again They tell me I'm crazy But you told me I'm golden
I know what I know A wind in the trees And a road that goes winding 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 to keep on Quiet weekends, holidays, you come undone Open your window and look upon All kinds of alive you can be Be still, be light, believe me
Little bird, little bird Brush your gray wings on my head Say what you said, it again They tell me I'm crazy But you told me I'm golden I'm golden