Yellow Bird - Small Leaks Sink Ships

There’s my yellow bird

And though I’d love to feel love from her

It was all in the past

And my white picket fence is burning to the ground

There’s that orange shirt

Burned in my memory from this hurt

It was the last time we touched

I didn’t know I’d never see you again

Won’t you let me go?

For every man has known a love of this kind

Just keep your hands off mine

As the years go by

I see the stars they slowly die

And the memories fade

With each passing day

And as an old man looking back

On the long life that I’ve had

I will think of this and smile

And be glad I knew you for a while

So I’ll let you go

For every man has known a love of this kind

Just keep your hands off mine