Starin’ out my window my troubled thoughts just won’t let go glass hazy with coffee steam rising from circles of cream how can you know what’s in your heart when you’re mind just won’t let it start (uh huh) thinkin’ on a kid I saw yesterday sittin’ on the swings all by himself talking to his shoes cause there was no one else other kids were playin’ kickball out in the field took me back and made me feel about four feet tall I wondered if that boy would ever know he had more to show than just an old pair of shoes that won’t run without you how can you know what’s in your heart when you’re mind just won’t let it start I think I understand it’s not a plan it’s a journey of the soul and you just can’t go without a reason to be A thud on the window breaks the rhythm of the rain a sparrow tryin to find shelter from the storm stunned from his faltered flight I saw four other birds hiding in a tree payin’ no mind just hoppin’ around and makin’ little sounds The sparrow recovers and flies up to make five as I recall the fee covers four but you always get the last one free because it doesn’t matter to me but as I remember the lesson it matters to the one who made the birds instead of givin’ ‘em shoes he gave them wings how can you know what’s in your heart when you’re mind just won’t let it start I think I understand it’s not a plan it’s a journey of the soul and you just can’t go without a reason to be Maybe now I know that not knowing how to look and see that we can’t understand how to be until we know there’s a reason to be fly and be free how can you know what’s in your heart when you’re mind just won’t let it start I think I understand it’s not a plan it’s a journey of the soul and you just can’t go without a reason to be
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