Little Bird

Sometimes it's hard to say even one thing trueWhen all eyes have turned asideThey used to talk to youAnd people on the street seem to disapproveSo you keep moving awayAnd forget what you wanted to sayLittle bird, little birdBrush your gray wings on my headSay what you said, say it againThey tell me I'm crazyBut you told me I'm goldenSometimes it's hard to tell the truth from a lieNobody knows what's in the hold of your mindWe are all buildings and people insideNever know who'll walk through the doorIs it someone that you've met before?Little bird, little birdBrush your gray wings on my headSay what you said, say it againThey tell me I'm crazyBut you told me I'm goldenI know what I knowA wind in the treesAnd a road that goes winding underFrom here I see rain, I hear thunderSomewhere there's sun, and you don't need a reasonSometimes it's hard to find a way to keep onQuiet weekends, holidays, you come undoneOpen your window and look uponAll the kinds of alive you can beBe still, be light, believe meLittle bird, little birdBrush your gray wings on my headSay what you said, say it againThey tell me I'm crazyBut you told me I'm goldenI'm golden