Birds are loud and streets are full Suitcase filled with handmade open minds Flashy colors make me blind Hoping I could meet a friend of mine Some been working in the shade of a weeping willow Some been typing double 0's on a growing arrow Birdland's old lullaby I am whispering low Feel better when sun goes down if ever let go Kind of morning All my loving Is going down All of my dreaming Start to flow in And I go round Am I losing To my feelings This morning Breathing in and breathing out Something's trying to get out of the dark Tell me why they seem so sure Life's so easy, just get some more Some been working in the shade of a weeping willow And I've been typing double 0's on a growing arrow Nowhere man is looking more and more like you and me Don't you think we're missing out on what else we could be Kind of morning All my loving Is going down All of my dreaming Start to flow in And I go round Am I losing To my feelings This morning