Blueless Bird

Why do the birds sing so early in the dawn?

Their honeysuckle melodies, before my day's alarm

I imagine they're rehearsing for some big, elaborate show

That I've not been invited to, so I should never know

The songs they like to sing, I suppose they're not too far

From all the songs I sing, when I'm alone late in my car (when I'm alone late in my car)

And if I were the postman awake for the afternoon

I'd be the lucky someone eavesdropping on their tunes

But I think I like it better when I sleep late past their call

For all I know, perhaps the birds don't even sing at all

We are nothing

Love comes easily to you

But not the hurt

You're impervious to blue

I wish I knew

How to sing about the other colors too