Текст песни Highway Birds - Phoebe Killdeer & The Short Straws

Two birds on a highway
Driving too fast
Heading out of town
To make it last
Sweet words in the fire
Burning too slow
Wishing I was home somewhere
With nowhere to go
Why don't you just
Let it go
Ain't no one around
To make it slow
Talk of a mountain
She's on your side
Gotta talk down to you
Gonna take the ride
Two birds on a highway
Driving too fast
Heading out of town
To make it last
Sweet words in the fire
Burning too slow
Wishing I was home somewhere
With nowhere to go
Sweet little child
You know I'm afraid
Gotta talk down to you
Gotta make you sane
Sweet gang and the pack
Got hit down again
You know it's about the time
We're going to make it rain
Blue bird is heading out tonight
Blue bird is heading out tonight
Blue bird is heading ...
Out tonight
Yeah!