Perched on a park bench, exotic bird Strumming and cooing to the breeze and the earth With half open eyes and a smile on your lips Sun kissed eyelashes and a bag full of tricks Timid enticer, with truth you transfix Spellbinding children and bored homeless drifters They cautiously gather, tugging at sleeves The spark sets them swaying, grinning and clapping Caught up in the same breath that's shifting the leaves Skimming over park benches and into the street Fly Fly Sweet little songbird With your chipped nail polish and your words to the wise Call call everyone's someone With a heart that craves dancing and a wish in their eye With a heart that craves dancing and a wish in their eye