The telephone rings I find myself hoping It's my little songbird Flown out the door I'm kicking myself For leaving it open Now he can't sing To me anymore The last time I saw you The yard was on fire And my little songbird Up in the clouds Billowing smoke From a mountain of tires Signals the end And circles around The telephone rings And I say hello It's my little songbird Patching me through Blood on my face Tears on my pillow Now i can sing it Sing it for you Flying with them overhead Do you miss me at all I'm dreaming In your poster bed As you try not to fall