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.