So, what if your heroes changed their minds?   And all you thought was right flew out the window   And all you based your life on wasn't real      So, what if your hero sells its soul?   And all your wildest dreams seem dull and dreary   And all your secret thoughts seem cheap and lonesome   What you going to do so all alone now?      Singing to the birds, singing to the birds   Singing to the birds, singing      So, what if your hero fades away?   And all the things you thought were orange are gray now   Who is it who brings you some new colors?      So what if your hero never was?   What you going to do so all alone there?      Singing to the birds, singing to the birds, singing   It's partly sunny, it's partly rain, mostly curious or full of pain   You could learn to love yourself, singing to the birds      And what if your hero never was?   And all the time you wasted wasn't real   And all your wounds decided just to heal      And all your wildest dreams were full of color   And all your secret thoughts belonged to you   What you going to do so all alone here?      Singing to the birds, singing to the birds   Singing to the birds, singing, it's partly sunny   Partly rain, mostly curious or full of pain   You got to learn to count on someone 'cause it's mostly pain      And it's kind of curious when it rains   And you could learn to love yourself   You could learn to love yourself   You could even be yourself, singing to the birds