Ohh,
The boy upon a tireless trail with the wind at his back
(He’s becoming, becoming one) x2

The birds the bees the wild trapeze symbiotic heart attack
(He’s becoming, becoming one) x2

Stand still, like a hummingbird flies
Stand still, like a hummingbird flies
Stand still, like a hummingbird flies
Stand still, like a hummingbird flies


No borders, no end fires, no inquisition sport or blame
(He’s becoming, one becoming one) x2


Up North, down south, back east and out west
They’re saying his bright-eyed name
(he’s becoming, one becoming one) x2


Stand still, like a hummingbird flies
Stand still, like a hummingbird flies
Stand still, like a hummingbird flies
Stand still, like a hummingbird flies

(He’s becoming one, becoming one) x2
Ohhhhh, hey

And only with an old guitar, broken in on wits and whim
(He’s becoming one, becoming one)

Hummingbird up in an April sky, observed and said of him,
He’s becoming one, becoming one…

Yeah, he’s coming home.