I saw an unfeathered bird trying to fly And he flapped his little wings so hard But he never found the sky And I knew that he would die down there So I picked him up and put him where He could be with all his unfeathered friends In a nest that he could stay in for awhile Awhile And another bird flew down from in a tree And he flew into a window That all the other birds could see And I knew that he would break his bones If he didn't learn to take it slow Think about the world around him And question what the answers are and why And why And everyone's got their own questions to ponder And everyone's got their own deserts to wander But the ugly truth, the ugly truth is that sometimes A bird is gonna die A bird is gonna die And everyone's got their own questions to ponder And everyone's got their own deserts to wander But the ugly truth, the ugly truth is that sometimes A bird is gonna die A bird is gonna die A bird is gonna die A bird is gonna die