Old songbirds never die
I hear 'em chirpin' still
Old heartbreaks, long goodbyes
I guess they always will
At night, they sometimes fly
Their routes remain unknown
They float above the pines
And I'm in awe below
They whisper, "Look at you now
Hey, look at you now
They whisper, "Look at you now
Hey, look at you now
You ain't as down and out
As you were"
My muse, she died in June
I wrote a song that day
A minor chord or two
A turn of phrase
She rose, she went away
I never heard from her again
No more, "I told you so's"
And never came back to her again
She whispered, "Look at you now
Hey, look at you now
She whispered, "Look at you now
Hey, look at you now
You ain't as down and out
As you were"
Oh, I get all teary-eyed
Like I did in those days
I just don't cry
In quite the same way
And I just don't laugh
In quite the same way
I just don't fly
In quite the same way
They whisper, "Look at you now
Hey, look at you now
They whisper, "Look at you now
Hey, look at you now
You ain't as down and out
As you were"