Blueless Bird

Why do the birds sing so early in the dawn? Their honeysuckle melodies, before my day's alarm I imagine they're rehearsing for some big, elaborate show That I've not been invited to, so I should never know The songs they like to sing, I suppose they're not too far From all the songs I sing, when I'm alone late in my car (when I'm alone late in my car) And if I were the postman awake for the afternoon I'd be the lucky someone eavesdropping on their tunes But I think I like it better when I sleep late past their call For all I know, perhaps the birds don't even sing at all We are nothing Love comes easily to you But not the hurt You're impervious to blue I wish I knew How to sing about the other colors too