I'm here staring at a bird in a tree
Lying still, only wishing he were me
'Cause for a bird it's not a crime
To try and satisfy his bird belly hunger
Or fly the blue belly sky
And from his bird's eye view
He can pick and he can choose
He doesn't have to grieve his spirit
No he doesn't have to lose a moment's joy there in his nest
No matter what his mess, and he can barrel out his chest
And he can fly away...
But I'm pinned down in my bed again
I don't think I could fly (I wouldn't try)
If I was a bird I would be content
To peck along the ground
'Cause I'm pinned down again...