This little song’s inconsequential
Never mind its running lines and silly words
And I can’t be sure that anyone will ever listen
So in the end this song is for the birds

Birdsong through the trees, gentle bones defying gravity
I think you all deserve some music, too
And I’ll never know if this song meant anything
So I’ll just sing to you

This little song’s inconsequential
Never mind its running lines and silly words
And I just can’t tell if anyone will ever listen
So in the end this song is for the birds

Birdsong through the trees, gentle bones defying gravity
I think you all deserve some music, too
And I’ll never know if this life meant anything

And I can’t be sure that anyone will ever listen
And I just can’t tell if any of it matters
And I’ll never know if this life meant anything

So in the end this song is for the birds.