(Terry Slesser/ Kenny Mountain) (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