In the heat of the morning   When your day is still dawning   And your bird, he'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      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