birds are loud streets are full

suitcase filled with hand made 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 tapping double o's on a growing arrow

birdlands of lullaby

i am whispering low

feel better when the sun goes down if i ever let go

kind of morning

all my loving is going down

all my dreaming start to flowing

and i go round

i might lose it 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

so i've been working in the shade of the weeping willow

and i've been tapping double o's on a growing arrow

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 my dreaming start to flowing

and i go round

am i losing to my feelings this morning