The Bird Song

Meredith Edwards

There's a half dressed mama runnin' through a front yard
Wavin' a briefcase a hollerin'
There's a mailman stumblin' to a truck with a dog on his leg
That sure could use a collerin'
I know there's times that you
Wish you had my point of view
I can see two skin-kneed boys down by the creek
Smokin daddy's cigarette butts
And down there's a man cussin me
Cause he just got his car all washed and waxed up
But I ain't done nothing wrong
I'm just a bird singing my song

Lookin' down at the world below
Here they come and there they go 
I'm a people watcher
It's been a hobby of mine
For quite some time
And I might go out on a limb
Just to get a better look at them
Oh, no, oh, I'm a little to close
I better fly away

There's a "See Rock City" birdhouse
Where I'd like to hang out
But Johnny shoots BB's
And Mrs. Cole's got a cement bowl 
Where I'd love to take a bath
But her cat might eat me
So I'll just stay up here at least until the coast is clear

Lookin' down at the world below
Here they come and there they go 
I'm a people watcher
It's been a hobby of mine
For quite some time
And I might go out on a limb
Just to get a better look at them
Oh, yeah, yeah

There's a million stories I could tell
Some of them I keep to myself
Just remember whatever you do
Somebody's looking over you…yeah
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Lookin' down at the world below
Here they come and there they go 
I'm a people watcher
It's been a hobby of mine
For quite some time
And I might go out on a limb
Just to get a better look at them
Oh, no, oh, I'm a little to close
I better fly away (fly away, fly away)

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
(Fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)