High above the garden wall
Where the autumn leaves will fall
Sits a bird of copper red
With a roof above his head
He hides beneath the broken glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Tied to a frame of rusted steel
Waiting for the wind to feel
Panes are cracked like city streets
Where the cold and winter meet
Greenhouse walls are leaning low
Nowhere left for him to go
He saw the taxis turn the bend
Knowing every road must end
Copper skin is turning green
Loneliest sight he's ever seen
He hides beneath the broken glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Tied to a frame of rusted steel
Waiting for the wind to feel
The wind is a fickle old friend
Around every corner and bend
He spins in a circle of gray
Dreaming of a sunny day
Rain drops hit the jagged shard
Sinking deep into the yard
Copper wings are frozen tight
Holding on through every night
He hides beneath the broken glass
Watching all the seasons pass
Tied to a frame of rusted steel
Waiting for the wind to feel
Just a copper bird in rain
Shelter from the window pane.
