Birds
This is a song I wrote a while back called Birds. It was for an unfinished album relating to death, loss, and war. This is a favorite of mine from the album. I hope you like it!
In case anyone is wondering, to get the sloppy picking sound I strummed with my checkbook.
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A thousand birds
On my windshield
I say no
They say yes
They want money
I want fame
We won’t go back
This way again
Nothing makes it this far
Before it gets too hard
To face the strain
We are building
Up and up
Where it’s going
Is the sky
We keep trying
way too hard
To fly
We have families
Waiting at home
Where this all is going
I don’t know
Nothing makes it this far
Before it gets too hard
To face the strain