Hummingbird Lyrics

I think I saw a hummingbird

On the left side of the nightstand this morning

He offered me a cigarette, and started crying

I said "baby, what's the matter? What do you know?"

Told me been a while since somebody took a minute with a smoke

To see the sights

With him, and really shoot the shit

So thank God for the damage when you're breathing deeply in

What's the deal man? I gotta know

Where's the love goin' can we all go slow?

Saving stray quarters for a rainy day, yellow coat

Dollar store candy with the ninety-nine cent Coke

People don't need much, you're overthinkin

Tripping over dreams even when you're not sleeping

Workin' days are over soon 'cause now we're all even, to some extent

And you're up next

But then he said he won't fly most times 'come some crooked motherfuckers

Got murder on their mind

April tenth, or December ninth, feeling 1980 like the day that John Lennon died

The thing with preaching peace that the people don't see is while they're

Busy making love in the sheets

There's new Young Lennons crying rivers in the streets

While the people ride the waves of their latest defeats

Goddamn

I think I saw a hummingbird

On the left side of the nightstand this morning

He offered me a cigarette, and started crying

I said "baby, what's the matter? What do you know?"

Told me been a while since somebody took a minute with a smoke

To see the sights

With him, and really shoot the shit

So thank God for the damage when you're breathing deeply in

I don't wanna see you go back man

'Cause I know ya flew far just for a smoke and a chat,

So gimme just a minute I'll roll up a couple grams and we can stay on track

Hummingbird Hummingbird, you're supposed to be a sign of the times

That's what I heard

Thinkin' that it's fine 'cause it's nice when the weed burns

Never really talk to the birds, usually wake up hurt

From the feelings and the vibe inside

Feels like I never have the time to say my line just right

Always speaking from the heart, but their eyes are blind

From the money and the fame, it's a fact of life

Mr. Hummingbird you're alright and I

Can't express what you've done for me this time around

You never let me down, so

I think I saw a hummingbird

On the left side of the nightstand this morning

He offered me a cigarette, and started crying

I said "baby, what's the matter? What do you know?"

Told me been a while since somebody took a minute with a smoke

To see the sights

With him, and really shoot the shit

So thank God for the damage when you're breathing deeply in

But if ya really gotta go I wanna say

That there's young broke poets who're dyin' every day

We've all got angels coming round every Sunday evening, makin' sure the birds

Let us know we're breathing

Amen