There's a pine warbler sitting on a hollow limb
He seems to have the whole morning out right in front of him
everything he sings from the branch that he's sitting on
Seems to hush the leaves and the colors all around
Now, first he sings and then he goes.
And what it means? It's hard to know.
Baby works down right off of Barbur Blvd
Writes down everything on the back of a business card
Everything she writes will turn into a song or two
She puts it on the stage and all goes still
Now, if she sings a forest clear
She puts a tree right in your ear.
Now, why can't you stay with me?
Why don't you tell me cause it makes a fool of me
Eden was a garden you know
The birds were in the trees until the place was gone
They scattered to the wind and then they just kept moving on
Just the other night the clocks were moving awful slow
I heard a woman's voice coming up form the street below
I got up from my bed the song was so enrapturing
And found my real to reel just to see if I could capture
By the time I turned it on, and turned an ear
That voice was gone.
Now why can't you stay with me?
Why don't you tell me cause it makes a fool of me
Eden was a garden you know
The birds were in the trees until the place was gone
They scattered to the wind and then they just kept moving on