Little bird, your mind loves your thoughts so much, won't turn them into words, so you sleep, with a gentle movement through the day and silence cannot stay, your mother her hands are small like my own and holding them you came flying to earth, and there at your birth I saw for myself that love has a first name, oh ain't it, let me know, anytime you are ready, go pack and hit the road, let it in, you're a woman with a wingspan that needs to feel the wind I'll show you the places that shaped who I am, a mountain that's moving, like a dune made of sand and there by your side you'll see for yourself that love has a first name, oh ain't it
