SOUTHBOUND SONG

there's a thousand birds outside my window,
eating the seeds from my lawn
they're sitting in trees and on telephone wires,
singing their southbound song

when i went walking in the woods last week, i went to get my head on straight
so when a friend called last night to tell me about problems, i said i think i can relate
but every time i'm weak and the day gets grey, an old part of me comes out like the sun
and i can laugh in the dark and i can take the next step, glad that my work is not done
because what would we do if it wasn't for love to wake us all up from the ash
but once you're awake it's time to give what you take and try not to get too attatched
cause that's the best way to fall back asleep, it's so easy to fall out of love
but at least we've got dreams and at least we've got saints, who won't be giving up on us

there's a thousand birds outside my window,
eating the seeds from my lawn
they're sitting in trees and on telephone wires,
singing their southbound song

do you want to come over? i'll fix you a meal, i can tell you've got things on your mind
i've heard you tell me you're feeling lost but i think you're a pretty good find
and what are friends for except to open the door and let you be you to the bone
you know i like vodka but i can pour you some wine,
please rest from the ways that you roam
you don't feel like speaking, well i guess i can talk, but i don't have to say anything
i am the fool, welcome to my court, i'll try to make you smile my queen

there's a thousand birds outside my window,
eating the seeds from my lawn
they're sitting in trees and on telephone wires,
singing their southbound song

feel free to stay over, i won't take advantage, even though i'm drunk to the heart
you can sleep in my bed, i'll sleep on the floor, please don't pick my intentions apart
ok, goodbye, i mean i think it's ok, but i might never see you again
you're a south flying bird, looking for warmth, i can't hold on to my nomadic friends

there's a thousand birds outside my window,
eating the seeds from my lawn
they're sitting in trees and on telephone wires,
singing their southbound song