In the heat of the morning. When your day is still dawning. And your bird she's singing. Catch your soul he's willing to fly away. Packed your bags in a hurry. Because your mind's in a worry. Mark my words. You're gonna be sorry if you ever fly away. Sweet little girl with the saint da vinci-smile. Stares at me with sadness in her eyes. I’m not sure if she's really real or make-believe. Maybe she's a vision that comes to only me. Cause I’m so tired. Yes I’m so tired. So tired. Yes I’m so tired