Talking to No-One

I wrote this song about 15 years ago after realizing how much of my life I’d spent learning how to blend in. Read rooms. Match pace. Know when to agree, when to disappear, when not to ask hard questions. The starlings are a metaphor for that, a metaphor for how moving together can feel like safety and not having to decide can feel like relief. There’s a cost to that comfort. You can stay in motion long enough to forget what you actually want and who you really are, or where and when you need to land. This song isn’t about rejecting people or community; it’s about noticing the moment when belonging starts to erase you and you begin to wonder what it might take to find the ground again.

SONG: Where the Starlings Fly

Verse

I learned early how to listen

To the sound and pace of lies

How to turn before the panic

How to read the shifting skies

I kept em’ close enough for comfort

close enough to disappear

And every time I felt uncertain

I’d  just follow what was near

Chorus

Way up there, where the starlings fly

Where the air ‘s so thick with sound

Every turn already chosen

Every fear already drowned

There’s a safety in the numbers

And a beautiful blur to lines

I’ve lost myself a thousand times

Up where the starlings fly

Up where the starlings fly

Verse

I learned young and quickly

Just how to read a room

learned the rhythm of agreement

when to try and when to lose

sadly, mistaking motion for progress

you know, Moving quick always has a cost 

but keeping pace without direction

is the easiest way to get lost 

Chorus

Way up there, where the starlings fly

Where you could never be alone

And no one breaks formation

the crowd around you feels like home

With No decisions to be made

Movement’s progress becomes a lie 

I’ve lost myself a thousand times

Up where the starlings fly

Bridge

Well you never stopped to ask

What you’re moving from or toward

and you’ve traded all your wanting

For the comfort of a swarm

Chorus

Way up there, where the starlings fly

Where you will never be alone

And no one breaks formation

the crowd around you feels like home

With No decisions to be made

Movement’s progress becomes a lie 

I’ve lost myself a thousand times

Up where the starlings fly

But some truths don’t survive a crowd

And you long to find the ground

Up where the starlings fly, 

up where the starlings fly.