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Song (1983), from The Golden Years
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I don't want to talk about it

Since you have gone away

I knew you wouldn't stay


So here in my glass surroundings

Growing my hair so long

I looked and you were gone


You're just a bird

Using your wings

Leave me alone

To find other things

Don't whisper a word

Child of my mind

You're just a bird


You're death in me while I'm living

Scar on my hand, a lie

You didn't say goodbye


I turned away just a moment

Loosened my grip and then

I need you once again


You're just a bird

Singing your song

Whistling a tune

Floating along

You know what you heard

Child of my dreams

You're just a bird


I'm just a bird

Singing a song

What does it say?

Is anything wrong?

Just reading the words

Child of my life

You're just a bird

Words and Music by Rick Prescott
Copyright © & Ⓟ 1983 Lowell H. Prescott. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission.