The cardinal is the state bird of seven different states
I've been to each one of them, I think
The license plates of those seven different states
Is buried inside a box in the apartment of my father
You wouldn't believe the seasonal breeze
Of living next to the river
The cold did shiver us
But your chickadee is not granivorous
Tony wants to kill the cardinal

I've been thinking what you mean to me
Thеre's other birds out therе singing you their songs
But you chose me

We drove at night through the storm
And in the morning called upon the cardinal
In the end I'll see you there
I hate when songs are condescending
Springtime with the cardinal