Another long, self-indulgent song, written about the very people who will never even hear it. A 8 minute piece that has turned out to be one of my favorites of all the songs I've written this year. Recorded with that live, raw feel, with the sound of real rain and birds singing throughout the entire song (captured live as I recorded it)

I call out into the cyberworld Where millions of voices can be heard But when I listen to see if my plea is returned I only hear the quiet echo of the Rain Bird I'm used to the silence now I no longer wait for answers It doesn't matter anyhow I stopped dreaming of second chances Oh the Rain Bird's flying away On this cold and windy day I had hoped that it might stay It really doesn't matter anyway Oh the Rain Bird's flown away The Rain Bird has no song to sing And it's not like anyone stops to listen The same words have a familiar ring Tears mix with the Rain Bird glistens I'm used to the silence now I no longer wait for answers It doesn't matter anyhow I stopped dreaming of second chances Oh the Rain Bird's flying away On this cold and windy day I had hoped that it might stay It really doesn't matter anyway Oh the Rain Bird's flown away This Cyberworld treats me the same Just like in the real world, I've been burned I can call out again and again But the answers fade into diminished returns I'm used to the silence now I no longer wait for answers It doesn't matter anyhow I stopped dreaming of second chances (Repeat CHORUS) No time for this, no rhymes for that Did you even notice what I sent your way I tried for hits, but they all fell flat At least that's what you and the Rain Bird say I'm used to the silence now I no longer wait for answers It doesn't matter anyhow I stopped dreaming of second chances Oh the Rain Birds flying away On the notes of the song I played Of the song I was hoping you'd say Something nice, something okay But it doesn't matter anyway The Rain Birds flown away