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
