Ovenbird - Brooke Waggoner

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