Lyrics

Broken Bird

I know, by throwing all these words at you,
That they eventually melt into a meaningless ring
That your soft ears cannot always make clear
And with everyone at once saying what to do
And how, right now, nothing seems to mean a thing
The only thing that you get from your dream is fear

You’re a broken little bird, but you can fly if you try
You’ve been whipped and you’ve been beat
By your old friend, the street
But you can save yourself if you try
Just spread your soft, bruised wings and let yourself fly
Let yourself fly

Deceptive lines of youth grow dirty with age
And there ain’t nothing down dark alleys but dead ends
Even a fool knows where those usually go
Turn away from the past and turn a page
Your memories often seem a party that no one attends
Except for all those gate crashers you’d rather not know

Yes, you’re a broken little bird, but you can fly if you try
You’ve been whipped and you've been beat
By your old friend, the street
But you can save yourself if you try
Just spread your soft, bruised wings and let yourself fly
Won’t you spread your soft, bruised wings and let yourself fly
Let yourself fly

© 1981, 2006 Robert M. Shaffer, Stephen D. MacPherson