Birds Fly

Birds fly high

Their black tails

On white sails

Why do I think of you

When I'm blue

When I'm blue?

Waiting for a call

Fighting sleep on fentanyl

You can't drive back home

Sunlight hits your face

Another room, another place

It's so nice to have a bed

And watch the trees grow

I could sleep

From Monday to Sunday

Who can say

What happens

When love ends?

You can waste my time

For a moment, for a line

Where does that line go?

I can hang around

Get hungover

Walk the town

It's the same old thing

Here comes the morning

Birds fly high

I'll just lay here

Let them fly near