The Ragged Hearts - acoustic Alt Folk Band with poignant songs

Wild bird, chasing lights of fire;

Wild bird, the world is yours to fly;

Wild bird you chill me to the bone;

The travel winds

Are calling far from home

Running the line of the in-between,

The wind blows

And you don't know where it's been;

Running the line of the in-between,

The wind blows

And it takes you far from here

I heard a sound as a young man,

Haunts me as a grown man;

Takes me to the outside,

But it burns on the inside.

Wild bird, the voice of ancient fire,

Wild bird, the sound of changing times;

Wild bird, a whisper in the wind

Keeps growing til you cannot keep it in

Let me hear right, future calling;

Lead me right into the horizon

Breathe it in, all that you give me,

Lead me right into the horizon