Little Bird

Sometimes it's hard to say

Even one thing true

And 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 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 in the hold of your mind

We are all buildings and people inside

Never know who walks through the door

Is it someone that you've met before

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 me

I'm golden

I know what I know

A wind in the trees and a road

That goes winding 'onder

From hear 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 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