I have made several mistakes
Each one after leaving your side
It's inevitable, no matter how much time it takes
Eventually I let myself slide
Of course it's possible it's just a symptom of splitting up
Of unleveling my steady head
I am the bird that keeps returning to
The same Feeder each fall
And you are the Nest I keep returning to
Anytime I feel too small
I have made several mistakes
Each one after we parted ways
And all the colors that I used to dream in
They've all faded to blacks and grays
I am the bird that keeps returning to
The same Feeder each fall
And you are the Nest I keep returning to
Anytime I feel too small