Liz Phair - White Bird of Texas

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

Cause I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the bird
I'm waiting already, I know its my turn.
All those cigarettes, alcohol this body's been through
You're gonna know for sure when the bird comes for you.

The last time I spoke to my __ (om?) before he died
It was the very same week, one week before her.
He was sitting alone in the 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.

Oh it is scary, and dark.
It's cold to the bone.
My body's not ready for my mind to learn
I've just been consigned to rot here in the earth

Said I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the bird.
I've seen it three times now, there's nothing to do.
So don't be surprised if the sky's bright and blue
When the white bird of Texas comes barreling through