Lyrics Ovenbird - Brooke Waggoner

Ovenbird

You know, you’re really on the verge of being fine
I know the days they tend to weigh upon your mind
Of all the hours you wasted, time’s still on your side
Why won’t you take the bait and build your castle high?
You move at night so no one misses you outright
Fly to the hills to get a better view of life
You know, you’re really on the verge of being fine
The moon will wax and wane until the end of time
You move at night so no one misses you outright
Fly to the hills to get a better view of life