Birds

I think I’ll have my birds come over
Tonight
Though my new house is far from the city
They might
In the morning with red eyes
In the morning when I rise
My birds will cry their waking song
To anyone who stayed
I think I’ll have my birds come over
Today
Though their red eyes are on my window
They may
My country home is open and wide
I left the city cause my brain was fried
Birds will cry their healing song
In the morning and they’ll stay