i don't have the answers you claim to need
but i'm willing to sing to you if you proceed
i'll sing of my love and its fondness of you
not solving a thing but making problems anew

i don't preach such things with a solution in mind
i'm sorry if the news puts you in such a bind
but i will not be a bird told not to sing
i don't expect pity or a fancy diamond ring

so do what you will with word of my adoration
but dear, do not toy with such a tender sensation
i'm not a lost soul reaching out to you
just a bird with a song, wanting it to be true