Blueless Bird

Why do the birds sing so early in the dawn?
Their honeysuckle melodies, before my day′s alarm
I imagine they're rehearsing for some big, elaborate showThat 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 (when I′m alone late in my car)
And if I were the postman awake 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
For all I know, perhaps the birds don't even sing at all

We are nothing
Love comes easily to you
But not the hurt
You′re impervious to blue
I wish I knew
How to sing about the other colors too