Did you ever sit out before the sun comes up?
Just before he pokes his face…
There is a bird that believes
the overture has just ended outside my kitchen
and sings and sings
to the lover that never responds
but he sings as if he has known her, and loved her
and as if she is worthy of a ballad of such splendor
that he will sing again tomorrow
with redoubled brilliance
because everyday is a new chance to win
the love he has never seen.