向往安定，但注定漂泊

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　　　　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