house wren

Owl City

I m a house wren
Haunted for a house
I haven t found one
I m under look at
For a home, to call my own
A private residence

Through the grapevine
I heard an empty guard
Is hangin up somewhere
On some old lady s porch
I ll pack my bags
And off I ll go
To my new humble abode

I m gonna sing
At the top of my lungs
Cause it s a beautiful day
I m gonna
Spread my wings
cause as far as I know
I am half way home

I m a house wren
Who needs a summer home
A country farm house or a quiet bungalow
Not too big, and not too small
First-rate real estate

I got my eyes peeled
For a window box
An old tin can
A boot or a flower pot
I ll pack my bags
And off I ll go
To my new humble abode

I m gonna sing
At the top of my lungs
Cause it s a beautiful day
I m gonna
Spread my wings
cause as far as I know
I am half way home

I m a house wren
Still haunted for a house
But I got a song and
A lot to sing about
I ll pack my bags
And off I ll go off I ll go
Because you know

I m gonna sing
At the top of my lungs
Cause it s a beautiful day
I m gonna
Spread my wings
I m on top of the world
And it s a beautiful thing
I m gonna sing
At the top of my lungs
Cause it s a beautiful day
I m gonna
Spread my wings
cause as far as I know
I am half way home
I am half way home