Waiting For The Bird (White Bird Of Texa — текст песни (Liz Phair)

The last time I spoke to my aunt before she died
She was describing to me this incredible owl
That was sitting in a tree
It meant nothing to me
But it means a lot more now

Because I`m waiting, I`m waiting, I`m waiting for the bird
I`m waiting, I`m ready, I know it is my turn
All those cigarettes, alcohol, this body`s through
You`re gone for sure when the bird comes for you

And the last time I spoke to my uncle before he died
It was the very same week, but one year before her
He was sitting alone in his study, on the phone
When a giant hawk flew by

Said, I`m waiting, I`m waiting, I`m waiting for the bird,
I didn`t expect to be noticed or heard.
Oh, Elizabeth, help me, I can`t find the room,
You`re gone for sure when the bird comes for you.

And, oh, it is scary
And, oh, it is cold to the bone

My body`s not ready for my mind to learn
I have just been consigned here to rot in the earth

Said, I`m waiting, I`m waiting, I`m waiting for the bird,
It comes in and takes you away from this world.
Gate twenty-seven, I can`t find the room.
You`re free to board now, they`re waiting for you.

I`m waiting, I`m waiting, I`m waiting for the bird
I`ve seen it three times now, there`s nothing to learn
And don`t be surprised if the sky`s bright and blue
And the white bird of Texas comes barreling through