rodgers bird emporium Lyrics

Staring out the window for more than an hour cause I can't face what's real

Sitting next to me is the music in my head and the steering wheel

The birds on the powerline seem like they want to get away

In their eyes I see something that the carpet in the school sees everyday

Now the road is ending and it's snow from here to where I can see

But I don't need a guarantee of where I'll go

Or who I'll be

But if you want to wait for the birds to come and the chord to sound

You'll have to find another bird

To do it around