i must have looked hysterical trying to get away riding on an avalanche of things you just don't say i wanted someone's company, but to her i'm just some guy and i got a busted lip on a silent night
i was in your car that night going out of town i know something's gotta go and i guess i'll go now white knuckles on the wheel and a pain above that's how mother nature treats everyone she loves
chorus: so drive out so have a drink (?) got a silent busted lip you wanna make me just like yourself till i like ?????
he's looking at you now like a little dove true love blinking on and off like a bad bulb and when he breaks himself in two you say you must be high but people just always do it makes them feel alive
chorus
hey little bird sing! hey little bird sing! hey little bird sing! hey little bird sing!
Compositores: Steven Paul Smith, Neil Gust, Brandt Gustav Peterson, Tony Lash ECAD: Obra #45529268