Balmorhea, well, what say you? You'll meet me there when I come passing through And if you find reason to hide, you know where you can come That is, if I'm not the one you're still hiding from But I pawned my faith there and I couldn't buy it back When you said your life there on the stage was all an act Where the world saw you as a phoenix on the wind with wings of fire Oh, it's plain to me, you'll always be a sparrow Singing softly on the wire Whoa-oh, a sparrow singing softly on the wire Now the boys talk over and the girls chatter loud And your precious dirge upon the stage was so drowned out But I realized it's not the song or the stage that made you shine; It's the way you speak, your soft mystique, and one day I For a season, tried to make you mine One day I, for a season, tried to make you mine