A Bird Flies Out

A bird flies out

And over the rooftops

Down past the cars in my line of view.

It's a strange beginning

Comic and awkward grace

In a picture, on the table

I'm in a red dress

Waiting for a reason

Holding a tightly packed suitcase

Maybe I'm too jaded to love somebody like you.

Maybe I want to love my dream that'll never come true.

Someone who is real, oh, gets in the way

And moves inside my heart, not just my head

Interfering with how I want to feel

How do I want to feel

How do I want to feel

I wonder

You could be water to me

I might be wine

The stars have all faded here

They give us no sign

Is this the right time?

The smoke curls up and ribbons the air away

From my nervous fingers.

Cigarette sputters, a tired reluctant burn

In a picture, on the table

You are a driver peering past the moment

Holding the wheel until it turns

Maybe I'm too jaded to love somebody like you.

Maybe I want to love my dream that'll never come true

Someone who is real gets in the way

And moves inside my heart, not just my head

Interfering

With how I want to feel

How do I want to feel

I wonder

How do I want to feel

How do we want to feel

How do we want to feel

I wonder

I wonder

I wonder...

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...