Sometimes it's hard to say even one thing true

When all eyes have turned aside

They used to talk to you

And people on the street seem to disapprove

So you keep moving away

And forget what you wanted to say



Little bird, little bird

Brush your gray wings on my head

Say what you said, say it again

They tell me I'm crazy

But you told me I'm golden



Sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from a lie

Nobody knows what's in the hold of your mind

We are all buildings and people inside

Never know who'll walk through the door

Is it someone that you've met before?



Little bird, little bird

Brush your gray wings on my head

Say what you said, say it again

They tell me I'm crazy

But you told me I'm golden



I know what I know

A wind in the trees

And a road that goes winding under

From here I see rain, I hear thunder

Somewhere there's sun, and you don't need a reason



Sometimes it's hard to find a way to keep on

Quiet weekends, holidays, you come undone

Open your window and look upon

All the kinds of alive you can be

Be still, be light, believe me



Little bird, little bird

Brush your gray wings on my head

Say what you said, say it again

They tell me I'm crazy

But you told me I'm golden

I'm golden