Nightbird — Eva Cassidy

Some old hotel room in Memphis I see the city through the rain I'm just chasing me my time And remembering some pain

See there once was a boy And on the street he'd surely die But the nightbird took him in And she taught him how to fly

See the nightbird softly fly Why does she fly alone? Is the moonlight just a flame for her memory? Now she's gone

Two bit bars and honky tonks Any pleasure can be found You can get just what you want If you lay your money down

And loney sailors do their drinking My, my, my how the brave men do die And the nightbird sells her pleasures Bringing tears to my eyes

See the nightbird softly fly Why does she fly alone Is the moonlight just a flame for her memory Now she's gone

So I guess I'll go out walking Lord, let the rain keep falling down I guess I'll go chase some memories On the dark side of town

See the nightbird softly fly Why does she fly alone Is the moonlight just a flame for her memory Now she's gone