Wishing that something would happen
a change in this place
cos I'm tearing off the fancy wrapping

find an empty package

Take for a while

your trumpet from your lip
loosen your hold, loosen your grip
on your old ways

that have fallen out of step
in a changing time
hoist a new flag

hoist a new flag

Angry sun burn down

judging us all
guilty of neglect and disrespect
and thinking small


And death by boredom
and death by greed

if we don't stop taking
more than we need


But across the fractured landscape
I find the same things
tired ideas

birds without wings

Birds without wings

birds without wings

And these are just thoughts

on lack-lustre times
I've no interest
in excuses you can find


Like you've had a hard day
now you're too tired to care

now you're too tired to care
oh you've had a hard day


Well across the fractured landscape
I see the same things
tired ideas, broken values

many with the notion
that to share is to lose
a hollow people bound by a lack

of imagination and too much looking back
without the courage
to give a new thing a chance

grounded by this ignorance
(and the cat comes)


We're just
birds without wings
birds without wings