*Birdy

God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken heart
I guess you kissed the girls and made them cry
those hard-faced queens of misadventure.
God knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyes
a fiery throng of muted angels
giving love and getting nothing back.

Oh, people help the people
and if your homesick, give me your hand and I'll hold it.
People help the people
and nothing will drag you down
oh, and if I had a brain, oh, and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
that turned all those good hearts away.

God knows what is hiding in that world of little consequence
behind the tears, inside the lies
a thousand slowly dying sunsets.
God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts
I guess the loneliness came knocking
no one needs to be alone, oh, singing:

People help the people
and if your homesick, give me your hand and I'll hold it.
People help the people
and nothing will drag you down
oh, and if I had a brain, oh, and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
that turned all those good hearts away.