Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Surrounded by green ferns
Still, a cozy and scenic place to die
Lately, I've been flying high
Then, I guess, I had to crash
Always did I love that line
But never did I apply it to myself
'Til just then
On the corner of our camping site
There's an entrance there to the woods
Watch my kids there as they play
While me, I'm-a-just pick away
On a red Fender Palomino guitar for a change
My daddy was a railroad man
Imagine all the miles of steel
He rode along his whole life long
And now I just put that in a song
My mother, she would mend our wounds
While he was out along the track
Maybe try and clip our wings
Well, I remember everything
Like the red feathered wingspan of some great majestic bird
Come flying over the horizon
Above a field of birds of paradise or medicine
Or was it real? Or was it just a dream?
Or was it real or just a dream?
Just a dream
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Surrounded by some trees in a cozy, scenic place
Wish the world would stop and take notice of all the disgrace
But then breathe in quite deep
And smell all the flowers while in bloom
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
My daughter she wrote that line, so copyright Awilda Vile
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Trying to fly, trying to fly
Kurt Vile - Like a wounded bird trying to fly Lyrics
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Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Surrounded by green ferns
Still, a cozy and scenic place to die
Lately, I've been flying high
Then, I guess, I had to crash
Always did I love that line
But never did I apply it to myself
'Til just then
On the corner of our camping site
There's an entrance there to the woods
Watch my kids there as they play
While me, I'm-a-just pick away
On a red Fender Palomino guitar for a change
My daddy was a railroad man
Imagine all the miles of steel
He rode along his whole life long
And now I just put that in a song
My mother, she would mend our wounds
While he was out along the track
Maybe try and clip our wings
Well, I remember everything
Like the red feathered wingspan of some great majestic bird
Come flying over the horizon
Above a field of birds of paradise or medicine
Or was it real? Or was it just a dream?
Or was it real or just a dream?
Just a dream
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Surrounded by some trees in a cozy, scenic place
Wish the world would stop and take notice of all the disgrace
But then breathe in quite deep
And smell all the flowers while in bloom
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
My daughter she wrote that line, so copyright Awilda Vile
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Trying to fly, trying to fly
Surrounded by green ferns
Still, a cozy and scenic place to die
Lately, I've been flying high
Then, I guess, I had to crash
Always did I love that line
But never did I apply it to myself
'Til just then
On the corner of our camping site
There's an entrance there to the woods
Watch my kids there as they play
While me, I'm-a-just pick away
On a red Fender Palomino guitar for a change
My daddy was a railroad man
Imagine all the miles of steel
He rode along his whole life long
And now I just put that in a song
My mother, she would mend our wounds
While he was out along the track
Maybe try and clip our wings
Well, I remember everything
Like the red feathered wingspan of some great majestic bird
Come flying over the horizon
Above a field of birds of paradise or medicine
Or was it real? Or was it just a dream?
Or was it real or just a dream?
Just a dream
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Surrounded by some trees in a cozy, scenic place
Wish the world would stop and take notice of all the disgrace
But then breathe in quite deep
And smell all the flowers while in bloom
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
My daughter she wrote that line, so copyright Awilda Vile
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Trying to fly, trying to fly
Writer: Kurt Vile
Copyright: Lyrics © HIPGNOSIS SONGS GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © HIPGNOSIS SONGS GROUP