I had a bird in the hand, was told to keep it closed because no one knows, what that bird thinks it deserves, sing to me please, because I need to know what isn't so, so I can dream in coloured schemes, round and round we go, where it stops no one really knows, fly, I'll keep you low, so no one will know, I had a bird in the hand, was told to keep it closed because no one knows, what that bird think it deserves, sing to me please, because I need to hear what isn't clear, so I know enough not to hold it near, round and round we go, where it stops no one really knows, fly, I'll let you go, with a greater hope