Sometimes it's hard to say even one thing true When all eyes have turned aside They used to talk to you And on the street seem to disapprove So you keep moving away And forget what you wanted to say
Little bird, little bird Brush your gray wings on my head Say what you say it again They tell me I'm crazy But you told me I'm golden
it's hard to tell the truth from a lie Nobody knows what's in the hold of your mind We are all buildings and people inside Never know who'll walk through the door Is it someone that you've met before?
Little bird, bird Brush your gray wings on my head Say what you said, say it again They tell me I'm crazy But you me I'm golden
I know what I know A wind in the trees And a road that winding under From here I see rain, I hear thunder 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 little bird Brush your gray wings on my head Say what you said, say it again They tell I'm crazy But you told me I'm golden I'm golden