Parking Lot - The Weather Station

Waiting outside the club in a parking lot

I watched some bird fly up and land on the rooftop

Then up again into the sky, in and out of sight

Flying down again to land on the pavement

It felt intimate to watch it

Its small chest rising and falling

As it sang the same song

Over and over and over and over again

Over the traffic and the noise

Is it alright if I don’t wanna sing tonight?

I know you are tired of seeing tears in my eyes

But are there not good reasons to cry?

I swear I’m alright

Maybe you could just let it slide?

I confess I don’t wanna undress this feeling

I am not poet enough to address this peeling

Was I not yet naked enough?

Too quick to blush

Already I am too much

Is it alright if I don’t wanna sing tonight?

I know you are tired of seeing tears in my eyes

But everywhere we go there is an outside

Over all of these ceilings hangs a sky

And it kills me when I

You know it just kills me when I

You know it just kills me when I

See some bird fly

It just kills me and I

Don’t know why