Birds are loud and streets are full

Suitcase filled with handmade open minds

Flashy colors make me blind

Hoping I could meet a friend of mine

Some been working in the shade of a weeping willow

Some been typing double 0′s on a growing arrow

Birdland's old lullaby I am whispering low

Feel better when sun goes down if ever let go

Kind of morning

All my loving

Is going down

All of my dreaming

Start to flow in

And I go round

Am I losing

To my feelings

This morning

Breathing in and breathing out

Something′s trying to get out of the dark

Tell me why they seem so sure

Life's so easy, just get some more

Some been working in the shade of a weeping willow

And I've been typing double 0′s on a growing arrow

Nowhere man is looking more and more like you and me

Don′t you think we're missing out on what else we could be

Kind of morning

All my loving

Is going down

All of my dreaming

Start to flow in

And I go round

Am I losing

To my feelings

This morning