Lenny

If I take this baby bird in my hands
she'll sing that crushing song I can't understand
it's not that I can't love her - in fact I can
but I crush what I hold dear
in the palm of my hand

As big as life she'd like to be
but I've bigger bones stuck 'tween my teeth
and I am baffled by this pickled pill:
I try and try to hush the thrill,
but if I don't come the violence will.
Brave, brave baby bird,
why are you so still?

If I hold this baby bird in my hand
she'll be another song I write to right a wrong