Yellow Bird

There’s my yellow bird
And though I’d love to feel love from her
It was all in the past
And my white picket fence is burning to the ground
There’s that orange shirt
Burned in my memory from this hurt
It was the last time we touched
I didn’t know I’d never see you again
Won’t you let me go?
For every man has known a love of this kind
Just keep your hands off mine
As the years go by
I see the stars they slowly die
And the memories fade
With each passing day
And as an old man looking back
On the long life that I’ve had
I will think of this and smile
And be glad I knew you for a while
So I’ll let you go
For every man has known a love of this kind
Just keep your hands off mine