Megan King: Music Samples

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)

Megan wrote this song when she was 19 after seeing a Robin walking around in December long after the snow had started falling. Megan has always been an animal lover, and felt such sorrow for this bird being so alone, and wondered why on Earth it would stay there and not fly somewhere warmer. These thoughts ultimately led to the realization that other situations in her life related to that little bird.

I remembered humid Indiana summers
And all my scabby knees
One day as I watched city children
Pretending telephone polls were trees

And I saw it in their eyes
Something deeper than these lies
Hungry, dreaming, hoping

Fly south little bird, fly south
What are you doing here?
It’s cold and there’s no food, little scavenger.
There’s not nest to keep you warm
No trees to hide the storm.
So, why didn’t you fly… away?

It always happens late at night
When cold sheets escort loneliness to your side
And Happy dreams are never ready to mix
Above that extra empty pillow.

And I see it in my eyes
When did I dare to look inside
I keep asking myself, why did I choose to stay behind?