Why do the birds sing
So early in the dawn
Their honeysuckle melodies
Before my day's alarm

I imagine they're rehearsing
For some big, elaborate show
That I've not been invited to
So I should never know

The songs they like to sing
I suppose they're not too far
From all the songs I sing
When I'm alone, layin' in my car

And if I were the postman
Awake for the afternoon
I'd be the lucky someone
Eavesdropping on their tunes

But I think I like it better
When I sleep late past their call
For all I know, perhaps the birds
Don't even sing at all

We all learned that
Hurrrrrrrt
Love comes easily to you
But not the hurt
Hurrrrrrrt
You're impervious to blue
I wish I knew
How to sing about
The other colors too

Hurrrrrrrt
Hurrrrrrrt