Ordinary Morning

I left a man
Asleep in the nude
Paint in my pocket
Lipstick and rouge
Everything I ever wanted
What a lovely pie you baked
Is anybody listening
Don’t the painted birds ever fly away
It’s just an ordinary morning
It’s just an ordinary day
And I’m just an ordinary woman
Slipping away
The walls have been talking
About me again
I’m good for a joke, but when I awoke
The dream didn’t end
Now every time I turn around
I’m only sleeping, John, is anybody out there?
Don’t the wounded birds still sing?
It’s just an ordinary morning
It’s just an ordinary day
And I’m just an ordinary woman
Slipping away