Little birdie,
little birdie, bluebird,
fly away
for both of us, for you have
wings and I've no means
to fly.
Little bird,
bluebird,
find some strength inside my hand, anything
to let you sing goodbye.
For your thoughts are small,
they can't keep you from leaving,
as the wake of my
past crashes in.
I hear the door slam,
but the window's wide open,
we both shouldn't be dealing with him.
Find a way to fly,
find a way to fly.
Just shoot for the sun,
till I can finally run,
find a way to fly.
I've kept
him at bay,
but the horses are coming,
they're racing their way round the bend.
Your crash land is over,
but the evening is humming,
don't make me say it again.
Find a way to fly,
find a way to fly.
Just shoot for the sun,
till I can finally run,
find a way to fly.
Just shoot for the sun,
till I can finally run,
find a way to fly.