The news is talking over breakfast Another fire, another name Somewhere somebody's drawing borders Somebody's drawing blood again I turn the volume down to nothing Open up the window wide A little yellow bird is singing Like it never heard the news outside I've got a list of things I haven't done A couple dreams I left undone A little less certain where I'm going A little more sure where I've been Some plans went sideways, some went nowhere Some doors closed without a sound But sunlight found the kitchen table And laid a little gold around And I don't know what tomorrow brings Or if I'm late for anything Still, the world is beautiful Still, the morning comes Still, the sky turns impossible And warms me like the sun I don't have all the answers I don't have all the proof But somewhere underneath it all There's still a little blue Some friendships faded into distance Some names became a memory We swore we'd always keep each other Funny how forever used to be And everybody's picking sides now Everybody's got a war to win I sometimes want to leave the whole thing And disappear beneath the wind But there's a child laughing down the street And somebody dancing while they sweep Still, the world is beautiful Still, the morning comes Still, the sky turns impossible And warms me like the sun I don't have all the answers I don't have all the proof But somewhere underneath it all There's still a little blue The planet's tired, the rivers rising Summer comes too hot, too soon The trees are bending in the weather But every spring still finds a bloom And maybe we're a strange little species Breaking everything we touch Still, I watch the swallows cross the evening And somehow that still means so much Still, the world is beautiful Still, the morning comes Still, the sky turns impossible And warms me like the sun I never got the life I pictured I never knew what I'd become But look at all this ordinary magic Look at all this beautiful undone Still, the world is beautiful Still, the world keeps opening Still, somehow, after everything There's another song to sing Still, the world is beautiful Still, somehow, it's beautiful The news can wait The little yellow bird sings on so beautiful. Mm.mm. The news can wait.
