Early Bird

The early bird, he slips away
And he lives to fly another day
He only serves to point the way
That you should or should not return

Two simple birds that never stray
When the lights go out on us
Just before when we we're found

We'll not rush it, we'll enjoy it
We'll not touch it, we'll rejoice it

The early bird, he knows his place
And he'll stay all day there if he has to
He never hides or runs away
When the voices crowd on his
Cry so loud that you will die

We'll not rush it, we'll enjoy it
We'll not touch it, we'll rejoice it

Where did this come from?
How long has this been going on?
Where is it from?

I feel my wheels are turning
I see the sky falling on every face
Telling us now that we ought to stay
I feel my wheels are turning
I see the open road before us stretch
Leading us somewhere past the hour



Credits
Writer(s): Glen James Hansard, David Odlum, Colm Padraig Mac Coniomaire, Joseph Philip Doyle, David John Hingerty
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