Pulling Shoots

I've got something to say but I can't find the words Like birds I see 'em, but then they scatter into a tree I feel it in my heart but as soon as I start to try to look around and see it, it ceases to be Maybe with time in the dark I'll find how to spark That truth that I know and I'll have something to show But you know what they say 'bout these things You may think you have wings But until you take flight you don't know if you're wrong or you're right These things come around in mysterious ways Like days and nights they follow their own line Out of the blue here from me there to you In these words who knows what meaning you might find Thank you my friend in advance for indulging my dance Well it's awkward, that's true, but it's the best that I can do Remember the tale 'bout the man who tried to hasten his demand Well he pulled on the shoots and mistakenly pulled roots I've got something to say but I can't find the words Like birds I see 'em, but then they scatter into a tree