Johnny - Pale Blue Dot

A song I wrote after reading an article about the regent honeyeater. Once a common bird, but now so rare that they are forgetting their distinctive song.
Lyrics:
Once they were kings of the flowering gums
Flocking tree tops and singing their songs
In a land down under where kangaroos thump
Where spiders and bees will sting just for fun
I imagine an island so far from me
Why should I care for a bird in a tree?
We’re floating in space on a pale blue dot
I was thinking about a bird and the song it forgot
Never learned how to sing, it’s forgotten the score
This yellow bird doesn’t chirp anymore
Burning ambition cut down the trees
herds of cattle, in the meadow, asleep
What’s left of the forests remains awfully quiet
A lonely warble in the dead of night
For I’m a statue - marbled, dry-eyed
Looking out the window of my paved paradise
We’re floating in space on a pale blue dot
I was thinking about a bird and the song it forgot
Never learned how to sing, it’s forgotten the score
This yellow bird doesn’t chirp anymore
Last night my dream was raging with fire
Clouds of honey in a black summer sky
I try to remember the tune that I heard
But all notes were scattered and covered in dirt
We’re floating in space on a pale blue dot
It was home to a bird, whose song we forgot

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