Poor dumb canary You finally threw yourself in a glass Treated you so badly Gave you everything that you wanted Poor dumb bird You sang a song or two You did it better than anyone else They took it far as they could They took it into their hands and it got to your gut Poor dumb bird You think you made it stop, You think you made it good, You think you saved your soul, You can watch from your box as they serve up what's left of your beak Poor dumb bird The sun can rise if it wants, The rain can fall if it wants, The fire can strike where it likes But when one good bird chooses to fly the whole sky starts to look better Now that you've gone and lit up the sky And gone and left it burning There's no one left to do your work Though they're already starting to try Many sweet song that was left to come will stay on the tip of your tongue Many sweet song that was left to come will stay on the tip of your tongue