Hummingbird, come to my window

I want to know what you know



I've heard it said:

"If you don't like the rain you'll be bored

And you'll feel low"



But I don't mind the rain

And things are always the same



The Stumptown blues will get you in trouble

But trouble has always been there for me



Hummingbird, moving so quickly

But steadily still - how do you know what is real?



When I close my eyes the walls around me unwrap

And out-of-control cartographer

Draws an impossible map

Mary, Mary quite contrary

Your garden is overgrown

When the vines creep in the street

And tangle the town, tying you down

If you don't fly they will gather you



I've got a letter I need to send

I wish you were a carrier pigeon



Bbut hummingbird, I'm dying to know

Where did she go?

she was here just a moment ago