In the heat of the morning... when your day is still dawning
And your bird, she's singing... Catch your soul, he's willing to fly away
Packed your bags in a hurry... because your mind's in a worry
Mark my words, you're gonna be sorry... if you ever fly away
Sweet little girl with the Saint Da Vinci-smile
Stares at me with sadness in her eyes
I'm not sure if she's really real or make-believe
Maybe she's a vision that comes to only me
'Cause I'm so tired, yes, I'm so tired
So tired, yes, I'm so tired
In the heat of the morning... when your day is still dawning
And your bird, she's singing... Catch your soul, he's willing to fly away |
