Waiting For The Bird (white Bird Of Texas) Lyrics - Liz Phair

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 

Because I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the bird 

I'm waiting, I'm ready, I know it is my turn 

All those cigarettes, alcohol, this body's through 

You're gone for sure when the bird comes for you 

And the last time I spoke to my uncle before he died 

It was the very same week, but one year before her 

He was sitting alone in his 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." 

And, oh, it is scary 

And, oh, it is cold to the bone 

My body's not ready for my mind to learn 

I have just been consigned here to rot in the earth 

Said, "I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the bird, 

It comes in and takes you away from this world. 

Gate twenty-seven, I can't find the room. 

You're free to board now, they're waiting for you." 

I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the bird 

I've seen it three times now, there's nothing to learn 

And don't be surprised if the sky's bright and blue 

And the white bird of Texas comes barreling through