[Intro] [Eerie bowed saw drone blending into dissonant acoustic picking over an off-meter fuzz-bass pulse] [Verse 1] [Deep raspy Southern drawl, conversational and steady] You were born with the dust on your boots ready to fly Never could stand under an open ceiling sky I watch you pack up your canvas bag in the gray dawn light Like a hawk getting ready to take off into the night Some men would try to put a fence around that field Try to bend the iron till the timber starts to yield [Verse 2] [Cadence gets fragmented, spoken-word cadence over shifting polyrhythms] But I didn't fall for a caged bird sitting on a perch I fell for the wildfire burning down the church You're the river running wild through the canyon floor Always looking for the ocean, always looking for more [Chorus] [Explosive emotional surge, unpolished raspy power over heavy fuzz and complex requinto runs] SO FLY HIGH, LITTLE SPARROW, LEAVE THE DUST IN MY FACE! I WOULD NEVER TRY TO CAGE YOU IN A QUIET PLACE! I LOVE THE WAY YOU RUN LIKE THE PRAIRIE WIND BLOWS! WHERE YOU'RE GOING NEXT, NOBODY EVER KNOWS! IF YOU COME BACK AROUND, MY DOOR IS OPEN WIDE! BUT I'D RATHER WATCH YOU SOAR THAN STAY BY MY SIDE! [Bridge] [Music breaks down into chaotic bowed saw, abstract acoustic scraping, and sub-bass pulse] A wild thing in a tame world... You don't break a horse like that. You just watch it run across the flats and thank God you saw it. [Chorus] [Full raw emotional peak, chaotic avant-garde wall of sound beneath heavy drawl] SO FLY HIGH, LITTLE SPARROW, LEAVE THE DUST IN MY FACE! I WOULD NEVER TRY TO CAGE YOU IN A QUIET PLACE! I LOVE THE WAY YOU RUN LIKE THE PRAIRIE WIND BLOWS! WHERE YOU'RE GOING NEXT, NOBODY EVER KNOWS! IF YOU COME BACK AROUND, MY DOOR IS OPEN WIDE! BUT I'D RATHER WATCH YOU SOAR THAN STAY BY MY SIDE! [Outro] [Bowed saw fades out with unresolved, dissonant acoustic picking and low fuzz decay]
