Bobby McFerrin — Sightless Bird

I haven't been alone much lately I think I've got to quiet down Enough of this runaround I've got to get out of town So I sit alone among (?) and thought Looking for an empty space A livin' and breathin' place A bit of sustaining grace Out here I bid all my troubles by And exchange graceful lilting melodies with a sightless bird My unfettered spirit taking flight Telling my secrets to unsighted friends As I lay my back upon a cool moss tree I'm looking out towards the sky I can see clouds roll by I can feel tension die And I lay my head upon pillowed hands Sightless bird sings to heal Weariness I may feel That sometimes may seem too real Out here I bade all my troubles by And exchange graceful lilting melodies with a sightless bird My unfettered spirit taking flight Telling my secrets to unsighted friends