The orange was the size of a watermelon to me 

well at least that is my memory 

sunshine made my bare feet burn upon the road 

far away we'd roam 



I'd be howlin' out a song in the back seat 

the boys would laugh and tease about my black feet 

they'd tell stories that would warm my soul 

Motorbikes and chrome 

Jimmy could not wait to get home 



Homebird sing 

fly me high on an angel's wing 

Homebird sing 

leave out nothing tell me everything 



Everywhere we went just looked the same to me 

the skys were blue and the grass was green 

I wonder how different I might see them now 

yet I see them somehow 



through the fallen memories when that angel baby signs 

Oh the little magic that his solo brings 

making up songs and words and singin from the soul 

oh the stories told 

none but him and Jimmy could know 



Homebird sing 

fly me high on an angel's wing 

Homebird sing 

leave out nothing tell me everything 



Homebird sing 

fly me high on an angel's wing 

Homebird sing 

leave out nothing tell me everything