Bobby Mcferrin Sightless Bird
I haven't been alone much lately I think
I've got to quiet down
Enough of this runaround
I've got to get out of town
So I sit alone among (?) and thought
Looking for an empty space
A livin' and breathin' place
A bit of sustaining grace
Out here I bid all my troubles by
And exchange graceful lilting melodies with a sightless bird
My unfettered spirit taking flight
Telling my secrets to unsighted friends
As I lay my back upon a cool moss tree
I'm looking out towards the sky
I can see clouds roll by
I can feel tension die
And I lay my head upon pillowed hands
Sightless bird sings to heal
Weariness I may feel
That sometimes may seem too real
Out here I bade all my troubles by
And exchange graceful lilting melodies with a sightless bird
My unfettered spirit taking flight
Telling my secrets to unsighted friends
