Talk ing to the song birds yes ter day, threw me to a place not (D)far a (Em)way.

She’s a lit tle pi lot in my mind, sing ing songs of love to (D)pass the time.

Gon na write a song so she can see, give her all the love she (D)gives to (Em)me.

Talk of bet ter days that have yet to come.

I’ve nev er felt this love from (D)a ny one.

She’s not a ny one.

She’s (D)not a ny one.

She’s not a ny one.