Southern Birds

Lyrics for Southern Birds

Outside my room, I can hear the wind In it, useless or a shadow I can see something in my window It looks just like my ghost But I think it's just the night Staring back at me into loneliness With the patience of the willow Who's waiting for that searchin' wind Waiting for a light So why, then, if this is true Do I love the night and it's hollow moon And those southern birds leaving me behind When they go back home, I wanna go home Fly home, fly home Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm