Songbird

She’s sitting by the window, staring into space
You don’t see her you only see the lines upon her face
You can’t see she’s remembering some day long ago
When she was a little girl and her mother loved her so

She wanders to the kitchen, to make a cup of tea
She puts the kettle on the stove and waits so patiently
She’s dreaming of her lover, someone from her past
And the wedding day that never came, when he went to France

And a song comes on the radio that she hasn’t heard in years,
and suddenly her world just stops
And the music is like a tree, and its notes, rippling leaves
​and in that tree is a solitary bird
In whose sweet song she hears the joyful sound of her youth,
Forgotten now, once the truth

He’s sitting by the station, cardboard notice and a dog
The pound you give won’t change his life, just buys a pack of fags
But his eyes tell the story, before he was betrayed
Of a family completed, before their lives were frayed

 

He tries to sell you papers that you’ll never read
He knows that it won’t change your mind; your heart will never bleed
He sees you look straight through him, why would you even care?
His heart dies just a little more, there’s almost nothing there

And a song comes on the radio that he hasn’t heard in years
and suddenly his world just stops
And the music is like a tree, and its notes, rippling leaves
​and in that tree is a solitary bird
In whose sweet song he hears the joyful sound of his youth,
Forgotten now, once the truth

I see you sitting quietly, dressed up to the nines
Can’t see the trappings of a life, to which you are confined
I hope that you will treasure, one moment from this day
And keep it safely in your heart for one day far away,

Songbird, songbird… outro