Little bird pecking at my window
Why are you trying to get in?
Aren't you the lucky one
Why are you trying to get in?
If I were you I'd keep on flying
Floating on the breeze
If I were you I'd keep on moving
So many places to see
Some days I just sing sad songs
Some days I don't sing songs at all
But every day you sing the same song
Whether you rise or you fall
There's a place on the hillside
Where my voice comes back to me
All alone with the echo
Of how I like it to be"