Little Bird

All I can do is look at you from the top of the stairs
And watch the rain droplets over the tips of your hair
You're looking up at me, down the ridge of your nose
Not a word to be said, not a stone to be thrown

We stand in perfect silence
I can feel the whole house shift
As if the space in between us were in the belly of a ship
She my precious cargo coming home from a long, long trip

And I don't ask her where she been
Don't ask her what she knows
Just as long as my little bird comes home

Well she's on again and off again
Can't make up her mind
There will be flowers on my pillow
And a note that says she needs some time
So I suck it up and go to work, just like I always do

We used to lay on the leather sofa
Smoking cigarettes
And I would watch her paint for hours
It's the seconds I can't forget
We would make love in the mornings
With the sunlight in her eyes shining through

I hear a fluttering of wings
And a door gently close
And I feel it like a wind, that my little bird is flown
She hear me break down in the bathroom
And slide against the wall
She stand behind the door and I take a breath
And I don't care about the tears
Soaked in the floor of stone
Just as long as my little bird comes home

Now you're standing in my doorway with the rain coming in
And the tiny streams of water that connect at your chin
There's a pool at your feet, a small red suitcase in your hands

Open up your mouth to find the strength to speak
I put a finger to your lips, and say baby spend three weeks
And there's never ever a good excuse for a restless soul
So I hold her like a lover, but I hug her like a dad
She has to be the best thing that I've never had
And her eyes tell the story
And I feel it like a wind that my little bird is home
Your eyes tell a story, in a perfect tone
And I feel it like a wind that my little bird is home
Yeah, I feel it in my heart that my little bird is home