Foghorns blowing, all day sirens
Long trip, still unwinding
Had trouble getting out of bed
Basked in the grey of fog instead
Phone rang, sun ain't shining
City I live uphill and trying
Walked 'round the corner, kid said with a zing
That bird has a broken wing
Sister cracked diamonds in two
They laughed, that pigeon flew
Into the street, Market at Hyde
Bus came, that pigeon died
I'm outside, gotta come see you
There's something I gotta tell you
There's a burning in my body
Little Cipro, I'll be well
What kind of man travels and sings
No kids no food to bring
Home in his trunk, home to his stable
Family with a picnic table
Oh melody, why all this
Why you dodging my every kiss?
Okay so I brought home a little sting
From a girl who didn't mean anything
Long trip, still unwinding
Had trouble getting out of bed
Basked in the grey of fog instead
Phone rang, sun ain't shining
City I live uphill and trying
Walked 'round the corner, kid said with a zing
That bird has a broken wing
Sister cracked diamonds in two
They laughed, that pigeon flew
Into the street, Market at Hyde
Bus came, that pigeon died
I'm outside, gotta come see you
There's something I gotta tell you
There's a burning in my body
Little Cipro, I'll be well
What kind of man travels and sings
No kids no food to bring
Home in his trunk, home to his stable
Family with a picnic table
Oh melody, why all this
Why you dodging my every kiss?
Okay so I brought home a little sting
From a girl who didn't mean anything
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