[00:00.381]Vocals: Halie Loren
[00:02.184]Guitar: Daniel Gallo
[00:04.490]Bass: Mark Schneider
[00:06.787]Drums: Brian West
[00:08.935]Trombone: Joe Freuen
[00:11.178]Trumpet: Rob Birdwell
[00:13.493]Cellos: Katherine Dudney
[00:15.165]
[00:17.052]A yellow bird, she sings
[00:21.767]and dreams of things she's never seen.
[00:25.906]And the yellow bird, her wings
[00:30.686]have never touched the spring rain.
[00:34.334]Where does such a breezy melody
[00:39.562]come from if she's never seen the sky?
[00:43.822]She says she was born with the seed of joy
[00:48.365]and it blossoms from the inside
[00:53.287]In this seed I find all I need
[00:57.779]To write the music of my life
[01:19.900]My feathered friend, your cage
[01:24.715]must drive you to rage sometimes…
[01:29.140]To think that you have aged
[01:33.098]staring at nothing but beige walls
[01:37.512]She says "you know, our lives
[01:42.315]aren't so different as you would believe.
[01:46.626]All are in prisons of some kind,
[01:51.732]tethered by the stories that we weave."
[01:56.109]I hear her song rising sweet and strong
[02:01.097]and I'm lifted by the sound…
[02:05.305]Living proof of a simple truth:
[02:09.570]it's in the mind where freedom's found.
[02:18.434]All we are is made of stardust and sky
[02:28.804]We hold the whole world - The whole world inside.
[02:43.288]
[03:09.801]A yellow bird, she sings
[03:14.548]and dreams of things I've never seen.
[03:18.831]And the yellow bird, her wings
[03:24.277]have touched everything.