One Little Bird

When I was a child, an inch was a mile Each passing day felt like a year And now I'm here where time is fleet It's short but sweet and that seems fair Along the way, I'd have to say I caused some hurt that I can't mend And to that end, I came up short If I were smart, I'd have left it right there There's this one little bird in the trees outside my door And she's singing a song that goes right to the core She says, "Where will you go? Where will you be?" Why don't you know? Why can't you see it's almost over?" I've seen the end of the rainbow through the greyhound window Blue northern lights 'cross a prairie sky Now when a drink of cool water from a dried-up mountain spring Says as much about anything as the fifth of July You need to ask yourself why The name is Crowell, no harm no foul Unless, of course, I've been unkind With that in mind, I'll rest my case Your axe to grind is my saving grace And I've been put in my place By this one little bird in all the trees outside my door And she's singing a song that goes right to the core She says, "Where will you go? Where will you be? Why don't you know? Why can't you see it's almost over?"