Poor Bruised World

I try to step outside of myself
Absorb some of the shock
All the world is unwinding
Like some heartless old clock
Look to the sky for judgment
And all you get is rain
Searching every eye for prophecy
And all I see is pain
They say the forests full of rain
Will never come again
Businessmen want a road
Through another big place

Poor bruised world
Poor bruised world
Poor bruised world
Poor bruised world
Poor bruised you
Poor bruised me
Poor bruised world

I saw a picture of a pretty bird
In a nature magazine
Said these birds, now they're all gone
Well, that's really obscene
All the pictures never taken
Of a future we never had
I should have taken that one of you
That day in the park, and now I feel bad
Lately I feel something dark
Turning in this century
A little something more
Than my own pop history

Poor bruised world
Poor bruised world
Poor bruised world
Poor bruised world
Poor bruised us
Poor bruised we
Poor bruised world

Poor bruised world
Poor bruised world
Poor bruised world
Poor bruised world

Birds, please