Sometimes it's hard to say one thing true When all eyes have turned aside They used to talk to you And people on the street seem disapprove So you keep moving away And forget what you wanted to say
Little bird, little bird Brush gray 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 a lie Nobody knows what's 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 head 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 road that goes winding under From here I see rain, I hear thunder Somewhere there's sun, and you 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 the kinds of alive you can be Be still, be light, believe me
Little bird, little bird your gray 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