If I was near, I’d take you anywhere you wanted to go. I really fucking hope you don’t want to do something that requires balance or grace. As you know, my center of gravity is too high for me to have any chance. I would like it if you asked me to take you bowling or to make pottery. My long, spider fingers would be aces at both.
Tell me what you’re wishing for on your birthday, Little Bird.
Are you happy?
Did someone make you feel special?
I did get you a present. I wish I could give it to you in person, but I don’t think I have the nerve.
So, here it is. I wrote you a song. The first song I ever wrote. I’m crossing my fingers you like it, even if it’s shit.
A Little Bird Said
I’m stone cold in the dark
Waiting for something
Time stands mostly still
I thought it would happen by now
But it’s all the same
Day after day
A little bird said
What are you waiting for?
The sun is out there
The day is bright now
Open your eyes and see that
Times have changed now
Oooh, delicate feathers
Let’s fly together
I’m standing in the light
Watching for someone
The world is spinning
’Cause life has begun
But I haven’t changed
I’m still the same
A little bird said
Are you trying to find her?
Your someone is right there