Sitting under the cypress tree I saw a miracle flying high
I tuned into the song she was singing
The melody was an honest friend and it felt like I was learning to fly
But I fear I’ll never know the feeling

It must be nice (it must feel good)
To just be heard
And it might sound a bit absurd
I’d sing along with the birds
I’d sing along if I only knew the words
I’d sing along with the birds, if I only knew the words

Staring into the wishing well has got you feeling a particular way
You can’t stand to see your own reflection
So toss a penny and close your eyes and try to think of something to say
And don’t waste your wishes on perfection

It must be nice (it must feel good)
To just be heard
And it might sound a bit absurd
I’d sing along with the birds
I’d sing along if I only knew the words
I’d sing along with the birds, if I only knew the words

I’d master every verse until my spirit learned to burst
Into the morning sun
While my heart is on the run

All the wind in the whistlin’ world could whip a whisper any given day
Just to see if there was anyone to listen
They say the April train will fall to resurrect the flowers of May
You can’t know who you love until you miss them