The early birds

All the world is silent except for the soft chirp and cheap

Wait! A horn in the distance beep beep beep

I walk along day-dreaming while others just dream

Then I pass a women who's still asleep it would seem.

 

Her hair is a mess and her outfit's mismatched

But that's okay 'cause us early birds the worm we catch

The cold air makes my hands all red

While the rest of the world lay tucked up in their beds.

 

I hear people complaining 'bout getting up at 7 and 8

But us early birds we call that late

A few minutes pass by and the town's more alive;

more people, more cars, more lights turning on

More noise, more sounds and life bursting into song.

 

I gotta say it really ruffles my feathers

When people stay in bed and complain about weather

People say that getting up is absurd

But life carries on for us early birds.