Shifting eyes, the last bird flies
When she tip toes out the door
To a world she knows holds so much more
Then a night that ends on the floor
But she's up to her skirt in gin and juice
And her lung's are calling for a truce
Cause you can only get so far with cheap cigars and perfume
A witch can only get so far without her broom
She's been rifling through her purse
Digging for something to make her cauldron bubble and burst
She used jump and jive to put me under a curse
Looks like i'm leaving in the back of her hearse
And now we're both playing dead
Pretending to be asleep in her bed
So I gently kissed her on the top of her head
Watching her sleeping cheeks blush red
With my shifting eyes, the last bird flies
When I tip toed out the door
To a world I know holds so much more
Than a night that ends on the floor