The Mourning Dove is singing
His sad song again
Better roll up the windows
If you don't want to get wet
I don't believe it
I read the paper
Nothing could happen
This will be a perfect day

Mr. Horned Rim Glasses
Has an eye in the sky
And it's watching over us
He can see what's going on
I don't believe him
Sometimes he guesses right
But I'll wait for the Mourning Dove
To sing his song again

You were out walking
Under a perfect yellow sky
And now you can't find your mobile home
Or anything you own
You don't believe it
You read the paper
And nothing could happen
This should be a perfect day

The Mourning Dove is singing
His sad song again