Wishing that something would happen
a change in this place
cos 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 don't stop taking
more than we need
But across the fractured landscape
I find the same things
tired ideas
birds without wings
Birds without wings
birds without wings
And these are just thoughts
on lack-lustre times
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
oh 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
(and the cat comes)
We're just
birds without wings
birds without wings
