Sunday Morning Bird by Girlyman
Sunday Morning Bird lyrics
Little Sunday morning bird yelling at me to wake up
Screaming at the top of its blue lungs, at the top of its
blue lungs
Northern New Mexico feeling like the driest of dry land
Keeps that Rio grand
I've been wondering, wondering, waiting for you
Since the day you came through
Fare thee well, every day I do
You're that stretch of spaceship houses on the mesa past
the bridge
So far off the grid
You're a score of a score inside of some great opera
years gone by
You are given to goodbyes
chorus
Now and now and now I'm losing
Always chasing, always choosing you
In the car the car because you always go back to what you
know
Feel that tailwind blow
Thursday Sunday morning thinking nothing's gonna get me
to give up
Baby no such luck
chorus
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