Untrained Heart

for the untrained heart …

women I meet
give me a wide berth
they seem to know
you’re still around still around … somehow

but you can’t see the bird up in the sky
he flies too high for the naked eye
for the naked eye (for the naked eye)

you don’t believe
what your heart tells you
it gets in the way
of how you want to live you want to live

but you can’t see the bird up in the sky
he’s much too high for the naked eye (for the naked eye)
you can’t feel love play its mysterious parts
they’re hidden away from the untrained heart from your untrained heart

violin

you can’t see the bird up in the sky
he flies too high for the naked eye
you can’t feel love play its mysterious parts
cause they can’t be seen with your untrained heart (with your untrained heart)
by your untrained heart (untrained heart)
with your untrained heart (untrained heart)

words and music: Neal Hoffmann