Southern Birds

Lyrics

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 its hollow moon And those southern birds leaving me behind When they go back home I wanna go home Fly home Fly home Fly home