Birds Don'T Care

When some hear too much they add how they feel down the dusty old grass path we muddy what was real Anxiety is one spot Where we lay without a view the headlights on the downer be it seems a bit too true Displeasure swirls as if a force we can’t avoid its toil Sometimes we don’t love ourselves and the friends among the spoil The weather seems to blow new songs of hope and seed we want back the crops we lost and the gardens full of weeds The birds don’t care one bit about the bullshit that we spew they’ve got a nest and mate for life and they fly away on cue