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