Michael Stipe - Injured Bird & Vic Chesnutt

You arrived as I was leaving
You were filled with that popular
feeling
I could tell by the walk
I have heard about the walk
Think to yourself, like when
you’re in bed
Something clobbered me in the
head
Am I ready to leave, you said
I have exhausted this view
I have exhausted this view
I was flattered but ambivalent
I was captive and I was spent
I was wounded the other day
But you
You couldn’t see me:
I’m really me
Of all the stories I’ve heard
The one with the injured bird
Seems to me most true
It seems to me most true
You kept it warm, and safe in a
box
A grass and old shattered bent
cardboard box
Then you let the cat over the
fence
It doesn’t get any better than this
It doesn’t get any better than this
I was wounded the other day
But you
You couldn’t see me:
I'm really me