Blueless Bird

Why do the birds sing, so early in the dawn?
Their honeysuckle melodies, before my days’ alarm
I imagine them 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
And if I were the postman
I’ll wait 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
And for all I know perhaps the birds don’t even sing at all

We are lonely
Love comes easily to you
But not the hurt
You're impervious to blue
I wish I knew
How to sing about the other colours too