Wishing that something would happen
a change in this place
'cause I'm tearing off the fancy wrapping
find an empty package
Take for a while your trumpet from your lip
loosen your hold, loosen your grip
on your old ways that have fallen out of step
in a changing time
hoist a new flag
hoist a new flag
Angry sun burn down
judging us all
guilty of neglect and disrespect
and thinking small
And death by boredom
and death by greed
if we can't stop taking
more than we need
Across the fractured the landscape
I see the same things
tired ideas
birds without wings
Birds without wings
birds without wings
But these are just thoughts
on lackluster times
and I've no interest
in excuses you can find
Like you've had a hard day
now you're too tired to care
now you're too tired to care
you've had a hard day
Well across the fractured landscape
I see the same things
tired ideas, broken values
many with the notion
that to share is to lose
a hollow people bound by a lack
of imagination and too much looking back
without the courage
to give a new thing a chance
grounded by this ignorance
When the cat comes
we're just
birds without wings
Birds without wings
birds without wings
