Little bird flying in the breeze
flying above the trees
he's crying
Because the wind is thick letting off a sour trick
from the smoky fumes of fireand there is nothing ordinary nothing ordinary nothing ordinary here
and there is nothing ordinary nothing ordinary nothing ordinary hereCattlefields spread across the landfills
pockets full of cheap thrills
who's counting
We've been milking it for it's worth
how's about a rebirth
plant a seed and watch it growCHORUSYou can't paint another one
you can't glue it back together
you can't glue it back together
you can't paint another one
you can't glue it back together
you can't glue it back together once its
goneMan cannot run this place alone but
when nature intervenes he'll keep trying
new is in, out with all the old
just watch us make the bed we'll lie in
CHORUS