Lyrics Little White Birds - The Real Tuesday Weld

You're tired of searching
That wide horizon
For the glimpse of a wing
Or some feathered thing flying

You're tired of waiting
For those little white birdies to come

You've got your friends
And you've gor your family,
And you need their love
And their understanding.
But you're still waiting for those
Little white birdies to come.

And they never come.

And you'll still be waiting
Till you're lying there dying
And you'll still be searching
That wide horizon.
Looking out the window
To see if those little white birdies have come.

You'll be looking out the window
To see if those little white birdies have come.

But they never come,
They never come,
They never come.