Kurt Vile - Wounded Bird lyrics

Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Surrounded by green fern
Still a cozy and scenic place to die
Lately I've been flying high
Then I guess I had to crash
Always did I love that I love that line
But never did I apply it
To myself 'til just then

On the corner of our camping site
There's an entrance there to the woods
Watch my kids there as they play while me
I'ma just pick away on a red
Fender Palomino guitar for a change

My daddy was a railroad man
Imagine all the miles of steel
He rode along his wholе life long
Now I just put that in a song my mother
She would mеnd our wounds while he
Was out along the track
Maybe try and clip our wings
Well, I remember everything
Like the red feather wingspan of
Some great majestic bird
Come flying over the horizon

Or was it real? Or was it just a dream?
Or was it real or just a dream? Just a dream
Whew like a wounded bird trying to fly
Surrounded by some trees in
A cozy scenic place
Wish the world would stop and take
Notice of all the disgrace
But then breathe in quite deep and smell
All the flowers while in bloom

Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Well, my daughter, she wrote that line
So copyright Awilda Vile
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Trying to fly trying to fly