I see the wind blow through the tree outside my window
Where a little bird sits patient but it seems absurd that
Twigs and leaves and feathers
Braving winter weather
These multiplying cells inside a fragile shell
In the spring will break out and start to sing their

Hard wired desire to create and to connect
Oh their hard wired desire to create and to connect
Create and to connect

On this grey day well
I could say that I'm filled with good-for-nothing-ness
Yeah good-for-nothing-ness
But then the phone rings
And my friend brings news of baby Cara's birth
And rain falls on the earth
Strings quiver I shiver as it
It comes rushing over me the clarity to see

I'm hard wired with desire to create and to connect
Yes I'm hard wired with desire to create and to connect
Create and to connect