Hummingbird

I think I saw a hummingbird
On the left side of the nightstand this morning
He offered me a cigarette, and started crying
I said "baby, what's the matter? What do you know?"
Told me been a while since somebody took a minute with a smoke
To see the sights
With him, and really shoot the shit
So thank God for the damage when you're breathing deeply in

What's the deal man? I gotta know
Where's the love goin' can we all go slow?
Saving stray quarters for a rainy day, yellow coat
Dollar store candy with the ninety-nine cent Coke
People don't need much, you're overthinkin
Tripping over dreams even when you're not sleeping
Workin' days are over soon 'cause now we're all even, to some extent
And you're up next
But then he said he won't fly most times 'come some crooked motherfuckers
Got murder on their mind
April tenth, or December ninth, feeling 1980 like the day that John Lennon died
The thing with preaching peace that the people don't see is while they're
Busy making love in the sheets
There's new Young Lennons crying rivers in the streets
While the people ride the waves of their latest defeats
Goddamn

I think I saw a hummingbird
On the left side of the nightstand this morning
He offered me a cigarette, and started crying
I said "baby, what's the matter? What do you know?"
Told me been a while since somebody took a minute with a smoke
To see the sights
With him, and really shoot the shit
So thank God for the damage when you're breathing deeply in

I don't wanna see you go back man
'Cause I know ya flew far just for a smoke and a chat,
So gimme just a minute I'll roll up a couple grams and we can stay on track
Hummingbird Hummingbird, you're supposed to be a sign of the times
That's what I heard
Thinkin' that it's fine 'cause it's nice when the weed burns
Never really talk to the birds, usually wake up hurt
From the feelings and the vibe inside
Feels like I never have the time to say my line just right
Always speaking from the heart, but their eyes are blind
From the money and the fame, it's a fact of life

Mr. Hummingbird you're alright and I
Can't express what you've done for me this time around
You never let me down, so

I think I saw a hummingbird
On the left side of the nightstand this morning
He offered me a cigarette, and started crying
I said "baby, what's the matter? What do you know?"
Told me been a while since somebody took a minute with a smoke
To see the sights
With him, and really shoot the shit
So thank God for the damage when you're breathing deeply in

But if ya really gotta go I wanna say
That there's young broke poets who're dyin' every day
We've all got angels coming round every Sunday evening, makin' sure the birds
Let us know we're breathing
Amen