Lael Neale - Dead Bird

There’s a road in the rain
littered with clouds
but I’m dry as your cheek
as you led me out
how lonely I feel

toss me aside
like broken glass
or a cellophane wrapper
around a cigarette pack
how lonely I feel

and it’s too late
it’s a sad fate
black as a funeral line

and there’s a dead bird
lying the dust
you turned your head in disgust

said I was happy
in the San Andreas fault
but the crack in my voice
might say it all
how lonely I feel

and it’s too late
it’s a sad fate
black as a funeral line

and there’s a dead bird
lying in the dust
you turned your head in disgust