(Terry Slesser/ Kenny Mountain)

(Note: Original by the Beckett, on album "Beckett")



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



SOLO



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