From the recording Radio Soft and Low
Like a bird up in a tree, I see you looking down at me.
But do you think you really see, what you think is really me?
Freedom’s never really free, it’s something someone said to me.
And I thought I heard you say, there’s a bigger price to pay.
So why don’t you see me? why don’t you call?
Why do you give me nothing at all?
And while you’re looking down at me, I don’t know what you can see.
So I listen every day, for any word that you might say
And i wonder every night, hoping you will see the light.
So why don’t you see me? Why don’t you call?
Why do you give me, nothing at all?