Nothing Ordinary (The New Recording)

Little bird flying in the breeze

Flying above the trees, he's crying

Because the wind is thick, lettin' off a sour trick

From the smoky fumes, of fire

And there is nothing ordinary

Nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary

Nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary

Cattle fields spread across the land

Fills pockets full of cheap...thrills

Who's counting?

We've been milking it for its worth

How's about a rebirth?

Plant a seed and watch it grow

And there is nothing ordinary

Nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary

Nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary

And there is nothing ordinary

Nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary

Nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary

You can bend another one

You can't glue it back together

You can't glue it back together

You can bend another one

You can't glue it back together

You can't glue it back together

Once it's gone

Man cannot run this place alone

But when nature intervenes, keep trying

New is in, out with all the old

Just watch us make the bed, we'll lie in

And there is nothing ordinary

Nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary

Nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary, nothing ordinary