A bird flies out and over the rooftops   Down past the cars in my line of view   It's a strange beginning, comic and awkward grace   In a picture, on the table   I'm in a red dress waiting for a reason   Holding a tightly packed suitcase      Maybe I'm too jaded to love somebody like you   Maybe I want to love my dream that'll never come true   Someone who is real, oh, gets in the way   And moves inside my heart, not just my head   Interfering with how I want to feel   How do I want to feel, I wonder?      You could be water to me, I could be wine   The stars have all faded here   They give us no sign   Is this the right time?      The smoke curls up and ribbons the air   Away from my nervous fingers   The cigarette sputters, a tired reluctant burn   In a picture, on the table   You are a driver peering past the moment   Holding the wheel until it turns      Maybe I'm too jaded to love somebody like you