Wishing that something would happen

a change in this place

cos I'm tearing off the fancy wrapping

find an empty package



Take for a while

your trumpet from your lip

loosen your hold, loosen your grip

on your old ways

that have fallen out of step

in a changing time

hoist a new flag

hoist a new flag



Angry sun burn down

judging us all

guilty of neglect and disrespect

and thinking small



And death by boredom

and death by greed

if we don't stop taking

more than we need



But across the fractured landscape

I find the same things

tired ideas

birds without wings



Birds without wings

birds without wings



And these are just thoughts

on lack-lustre times

I've no interest

in excuses you can find



Like you've had a hard day

now you're too tired to care

now you're too tired to care

oh you've had a hard day



Well across the fractured landscape

I see the same things

tired ideas, broken values

many with the notion

that to share is to lose

a hollow people bound by a lack

of imagination and too much looking back

without the courage

to give a new thing a chance

grounded by this ignorance

(and the cat comes)



We're just

birds without wings

birds without wings