Bye-Bye Birdy

Written by: Deb Wilson

Gotta get to Phoenix
No I gotta go to bed
If you try to talk to me again
I'll just pretend I'm dead
Babe you made me mad tonight
Now I'm leaving at first light

So see ya later
Nothing wordy
No sad love note
Bye-bye birdy

Twisted hanky in my lap
Marker red trailing a map
Finger pointing where to find it
And my footsteps just behind it
What's chafing you is burning me
Now I'm about to set you free

So see ya later
Nothing wordy
No sad love note
Bye-bye birdy

Gotta get to Phoenix
Baton Rouge or Montreal
Drop a postcard to the folks
They'll worry after all
Years of you and none of me
Finally took its toll you see

So see ya never
Nothing wordy
Just a love note
Bye-bye birdy