Meredith Edwards - The Bird Song

There's a half dressed mama running through the front yard
Waving a briefcase a hollerinThere's mailman stumbling to his truck
With a dog on his leg that sure could use a collar and
I know there's times that you
Wish you had my point of view

I can see two skin-kneed boys
Down at the creek
Smoking daddy's cigarette butts
Down there's a man cussing me
Cuz he got his car all washed and waxed up
But I ain't done nothing wrong,
I'm just a bird singing my song.

Looking down on the world below
Here they come and there they go
I'm a people watcher it's been a hobby of mine