Six seventeen, the kettle clicked A spoon rolled in the sink The radio caught half a song Then swallowed up the rest You were looking for your keys Under yesterday's receipts I said, “There are three birds out there” To keep you in the kitchen One shook the rain from its wings One hopped along the wire The third went before you looked I couldn't make it stay Three birds on a wire I counted them for you By the time you reached the window One had flown into the blue You said, “There are only two” I said, “I know, I know” We stood there with the kettle And let the morning go Your keys were by the toaster Where you'd left them after all The radio found its chorus We listened through the wall Three birds on a wire I counted them for you You said, “There are only two” I said, “I know, I know” You put your keys back on the table And poured another cup Two birds stayed until the sunlight Warmed the window up
