Nowhere for you to go, not a morsel to spare.
You tried to heal your sick self, but does anybody care?
Sometimes people hear but don’t listen.
And you just gotta make do with the scraps that you’re given.
Everyone would prefer a quiet little bird, that barely makes a sound.
I guess that’s basically the same as you not being around.
I believe that every man should have his say…..
Coz even a broken clock is right at least twice a day.
Best believe that there’s one that’s always been there.
To listen to you when you’re sick & your soul is in despair.
Maybe we all lost souls looking to make a change.
Clean our dirty hearts and our lives rearrange.
I know you hear me…Even when I don’t say a word.
I just wanna be free …More free than that soaring bird.
Until I meet you, I know I’m never alone.
And that we’ll only truly be happy when we come back home.