Sober in the morning light
Things look so much different to how they looked last night
A pale face pressed to an unmade bed
Like flags of many nations flying high above her head
The cellophane
still on the flowers
The telegram still in her hand
As whispers circulate all day A backstage baby princess passed away
And you can't cage a songbird But you can make her sing
You can't trap the free bird But you have to clip her wings
Cause she'll soar like a hawk when she flies
And she'll die like an eagle when she dies
Promises of no more lies Fell flat upon an empty stage
Before the audience arrived A return in time to the cheapest seats
She never knew what lay beneath Just a
dated hand belt found between the sheets
Let down before the final curtain
A shallow heart that left her cold
She left in rouge upon the mirror A circle kiss
To the faithful fans who'd miss her And you can't cage a songbird
But you can make her sing You can't trap the free bird
But you have to clip her wings Cause
she'll soar like a hawk when she flies
And she'll die like an eagle when she dies
Cage of the songbird
This song about Edith Piaf
From the Tumbleweed Connection album
Where 2 now St Peter