Liz Phair - White Bird of Texas (Waiting for the Bird) lyrics
[Liz Phair - White Bird of Texas Waiting for the Bird lyrics]
The last time I spoke to
My aunt before she died
She was describing to me this incredible owl
That was sitting in a tree
It meant nothing to me
But it means a lot more now
Because I'm waiting, I'm waiting
I'm waiting for the bird
I'm waiting, I'm ready, I know it is my turn
All those cigarettes, alcohol
This body's through
You're a goner for sure when
The bird comes for you
And the last time I spoke to
My uncle before he died
It was the very same week
But one year before her he was sitting alone
In his study, on the phone
When a giant hawk flew by
Said, "I'm waiting, I'm waiting
I'm waiting for the bird
I didn't expect to be noticed or heard
Oh, Elizabeth, help me, I can't find the room
You're a goner for sure when
The bird comes for you"
And, oh, it is scary
And, oh, it is cold to the bone
My body's not ready for my mind to learn
I have just been consigned here
To rot in the earth
Said I'm waiting, I'm waiting
I'm waiting for the bird
It comes in and takes you
Away from this world
Gate twenty-seven, I can't find the room
You're free to board now
They're waiting for you
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
I'm waiting for the bird
I've seen it three times now
There's nothing to learn
And don't be surprised if the
Sky's bright and blue and the White Bird of
Texas comes barreling through
My aunt before she died
She was describing to me this incredible owl
That was sitting in a tree
It meant nothing to me
But it means a lot more now
Because I'm waiting, I'm waiting
I'm waiting for the bird
I'm waiting, I'm ready, I know it is my turn
All those cigarettes, alcohol
This body's through
You're a goner for sure when
The bird comes for you
And the last time I spoke to
My uncle before he died
It was the very same week
But one year before her he was sitting alone
In his study, on the phone
When a giant hawk flew by
Said, "I'm waiting, I'm waiting
I'm waiting for the bird
I didn't expect to be noticed or heard
Oh, Elizabeth, help me, I can't find the room
You're a goner for sure when
The bird comes for you"
And, oh, it is scary
And, oh, it is cold to the bone
My body's not ready for my mind to learn
I have just been consigned here
To rot in the earth
Said I'm waiting, I'm waiting
I'm waiting for the bird
It comes in and takes you
Away from this world
Gate twenty-seven, I can't find the room
You're free to board now
They're waiting for you
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
I'm waiting for the bird
I've seen it three times now
There's nothing to learn
And don't be surprised if the
Sky's bright and blue and the White Bird of
Texas comes barreling through