| Inarticulate Bird I wanna be a bird The heather bird Wouldn�t that be a sight? I could play out an entire performance in my head Dancing and moving along so elegantly I can imagine the most wonderful things when I�m like this But I can�t write a damn thing My hand shakes so that I cant write any of it down Too much excitement And then when I calm enough to write I forget All of the wonderful things are gone And then I�m back in a bad mood It�s like having a taste of the sunlight And saying that�s what you can�t have Silly bird That�s where you'll never be And what you'll never see again Then being locked up in a tiny cell Where the walls are black and leak when it rains Where the sun never shines When I can�t write When I cant imagine When I can�t see straight enough to know what I�m looking at When I can feel the wind But not even see the leaves blowing from its grace It seems so funny Almost like Doing something you'd never thought you'd do before Or doing something simply because it�s in your nature Something you've always done But never thought about When I can�t find the words to express what I�m thinking I get so frustrated It�s like being locked away in that dark, damp room all over again Woe to the inarticulate! |