Lost Bird - Syd Matters

Small lies, tiny heart

Your journey has worn you out

I see nothing but shame in your smile

A lost bird’s flying high

Old face, tired ears

Wrong turnings and souvenirs

I see hundreds of memories when you sigh

A lost bird remembers

C’mon choose a day

To say what you have to say

To ask me to come and play in the clouds

I’m a lost bird in a clear sky

Slow down need a rest

Will settle around your nest

I thought I could be your guest

For a while

I’ve had my wings for rent

I fly by accident

I’ve never been a saint;

it’s a lie

C’mon give a hand

Welcome me as a friend

Free to come back again anytime

I’m a lost bird in a clear sky