Sunday Morning Bird

Little Sunday morning bird yelling at me to wake up
 Screaming at the top of its blue lungs, at the top of its blue lungs
 Northern New Mexico feeling like the driest of dry land
 Keeps that Rio grand
 I've been wondering, wondering, waiting for you
 Since the day you came through
 Fare thee well, every day I do
 You're that stretch of spaceship houses on the mesa past the bridge
 So far off the grid
 You're a score of a score inside of some great opera years gone by
 You are given to goodbyes
 I've been wondering, wondering, waiting for you
 Since the day you came through
 Fare thee well, every day I do
 Now and now and now I'm losing
 Always chasing, always choosing you
 In the car the car because you always go back to what you know
 Feel that tailwind blow
 Thursday Sunday morning thinking nothing's gonna get me to give up
 Baby no such luck
 I've been wondering, wondering, waiting for you
 Since the day you came through
 Fare thee well, every day I do