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