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Liz Phair: White Bird of Texas

Cause I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the bird
I'm waiting already, I know its my turn.
All those cigarettes, alcohol this body's been through
You're gonna know for sure when the bird comes for you.The last time I spoke to my __ (om?) before he died
It was the very same week, one week before her.
He was sitting alone in the study on the phone
When a giant hawk flew bySaid I'm Waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the bird.
I didn't expect to be noticed or heard.
Oh Elizabeth help me I can't find the room
You're gone for sure when the bird comes for you.Oh it is scary, and dark.
It's cold to the bone.
My body's not ready for my mind to learn
I've just been consigned to rot here in the earthSaid I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the bird.
I've seen it three times now, there's nothing to do.
So don't be surprised if the sky's bright and blue
When the white bird of Texas comes barreling through