(Difford/Tilbrook)
Striking matches and I'm smoking cigarettes
Putting on the kettle, playing a cassette
Folding up the papers rubbing my eyes
Thinking of all that had happened last night
The passion, the feelings that soaked in her love
And the pools of silence when kisses were sprung
Her love levitates me, I'm walking on air
Two feet from the carpet, I'll always be there
Oooh I'm striking matches it's morning again
I look in the mirror I still look the same
I'm striking matches it's morning again
I look in the mirror I go up in flames
Striking matches getting a flame on the stove
There's some of her in the teeth of my comb
Dirty clothes piled up on the bathroom floor
She's silently sleeping, I half close the door
I see her beauty laying on my bed
I'm warm from within me with what she has said
Her love is my balloon, I won't let it down
For ever and ever I'll always be proud.
I'm a director casting for a part
(Turn on the light)
It's for a soap set here right in my heart.
(Leave her alone)
Shuffle to the window shuffle to the door
(Don't wake her up)
She gets the part I don't want to see anymore
(Unplug the phone)There's a half dressed mama running through the front yard
Waving a briefcase a hollerin'
There's mailman stumbling to his truck
With a dog on his leg that sure could use a collar and
I know there's times that you
Wish you had my point of view
I can see two skin-kneed boys
Down at the creek
Smoking daddy's cigarette butts
Down there's a man cussing me
Cuz he got his car all washed and waxed up
But I ain't done nothing wrong,
I'm just a bird singing my song.
Looking down on the world below
Here they come and there they go
I'm a people watcher it's been a hobby of mine
For quite some time
And I might go out on a limb
Just to get a better look at them
Oh no, I'm a little too close
Better fly away…
There's a See Rock City birdhouse
Where I like to hang out with but Johnny Shoots BBs
And Mrs. Cole's got a cement bowl
Where I'd like to take a bath
But the cat might eat me
So I'll just stay up here
At least until the coast is clear
Lookin' down at the world below
Here they come and there they go
I'm a people watcher
It's been a hobby of mine
For quite some time
And I might go out on a limb
Just to get a better look at them
Yeah…
There's a millions stories that I could tell
But some of them I keep to myself
Just remember no matter what you do
Somebody always looking over you
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