In the heat of the morning
When your day is dawning
And your bird, he's a-singing
Catch your soul, he's willing to fly away

Packed your bags in a hurry
Because your mind's in worry
Mark my words, you're gonna be sorry
If you ever fly away

Sweet little girl with the St. Da Vinci smile
Stares at me with sadness from her eyes
I'm not sure if she's really real or make-believe
Maybe she's a vision that comes to only me
Cos I'm so tired, yes I'm so tired
So tired, yeah I'm so tired

Heat of the morning
When your day is dawning
And your bird, he's a-singing, singing
Catch your soul, he's willing to fly away