And I do not want you kept in the cage

Like we keep Mr. Wilkinson

It’s been up to eight years, yeah, he’s been in that cage

And sometimes I wonder

That he sees me, more than you ever do

Talks too, more than we ever will

What with your late nights and frequent travels

There is really no point keeping you close when you want to let go

Because when you love, you should be able to cut loose

Give you the freedom Mr. Wilkinson can never have, in his bird cage