In the morningI wake upAt six-fifteenMuch too earlyHair is combedTeeth are brushedBreakfast is hadOne day being like anotherButOn my way to the bus stopA redwing blackbird singsDoo-Dee-oo!Time stopsBut my feet still moveIt is MarchThe air has a fresh rainy smellThe redwing blackbirdSings againDoo-Dee-oo!I am at the bus stopThe bus pulls upAnd time starts again