Little bird perched on a ceiling fan won't let me lend him a hand
Help him find his way outside
Birdy just fly straight & you'll be free
Don't seem that difficult to see
Every door in the house is open wide
Little birdy got me thinking 'bout a long time friend
Stuck in corner he got backed up in
Or maybe he likes that corner fine
But he's tired of the sermons & the lessons preached
We've been reaching out, but he can't be reached
That don't mean we just quit trying
It's never easy as it seems to find your wings
And fly
It's tougher than it has to be
Sometimes you just can't tell the window from the sky
I get caught up reeling in my own head
With all the could've beens & might've saids
Standing still's about the only place that leads
It's just the brightest threads of a woven past
When you're dumbstruck staring at the greener grass
Paying no mind to the weeds
It's never easy as it seems to find your wings
And fly
It's tougher than it has to be
Sometimes you just can't tell the window from the sky
It'd been about an hour & I tried everything
Thought I'd force his hand–or in this case, his wing
I went & grabbed myself a broom
He saw that broom & he flew right & straight & fast into the night
He flew so high I thought he'd hit the moon
It's never easy as it seems to find your wings
And fly
It's tougher than it has to be
Sometimes you just can't tell the window from the sky
