Lyrics

Tiny hummingbird, you’ve got no voice to sing
We will listen for the music of your wings

You’re not worried ‘bout what you are supposed to be
You draw that nectar, taking only what you need
Cuz I’m hungry even when I’m full
In this tug-of-war, we push, we pull
*We dance ‘round in a ring and suppose
*But the secret sits in the middle, and knows…

In all my dreams I’m running through this quicksand
My eyes open, but I can’t unclench my hands

Spend my days untangling knotted balls of thread
All I’ve got to show is an aching in my head

Cuz I’m hungry even when I’m full
In this tug-of-war, we push, we pull
*We dance ‘round in a ring and suppose
*But the secret sits in the middle, and knows…

All this time, I’ve been trying to let it go, so hard to let it go
Maybe what I need, instead of trying to let it go
I’m gonna… let it be… let it be…



**2 lines written by Robert Frost - the poem “The Secret Sits”