Eric Bachmann Little Bird
along the crowded roads of ruin
among the throngs of old cliches
a gentle bird of grace and beauty
came down to sing a sweet refrain
won't you fly away with me?
won't you fly away with me?
she circled over through the evening
as we traveled sorrow bound
and offered up her wings for using
but we could not lift off the ground
won't you fly away with me?
won't you fly away with me?
cause nothing here ever changes
it's the same old thing everyday
don't you know little birdy
you're the only one worth your wait
some people search every corner
to find the place where they belong
many fall back out of order
many more go down alone
so, won't you fly away with me?
don't you fly away from me
cause all the leaves on the street are blowin 'round
and the sky is gray
and if you leave, I believe we'd all just wither and
fade away
cause nothing ever changes
it's the same old thing everyday
don't you know, little birdy
you're the only one worth your wait
