Come to the Bar

Ill be sticking around till the season's turning
And Im gonna hang around until the summer's there
But you keep following me were the words you left me
Banging around in the room inside my head
Hi there mister black bird your friends are calling you
So you better fly up high in the cherry tree
Keep one little eye fixed on your girlfriend
Cause she will come sit on my window and talk to me
Chorus
Stop everything and think about coming home

It doesnt matter it doesnt matter at all
Just come to the bar
Get back to the rhythm of things and
come to the bar
1979 heart of glass are playing
And shes got a bird that laughs and talks and sings
Hes got good shoes
Hes got sticky fingers
Dancing around and until the carpet's wearing thin
Chorus