In the heat of the morning
When your day is still dawning
And your bird, he'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