Gotta get back, Gotta figure out a way,
I`m losing - my senses to you, Where`d it go,
The bluebird I should follow, Back home ?
But where is home ? Guess it won`t amount to much,
Won`t be long before I crush,
I`ll stand in line, Don`t believe a thing they say.
Today, seems we all get lost amonst the pigeons and the crumbs,
All alone, But i`m in a crowded room,
I`m sinking, In quicksand tonight,
You pick me up, and I shine across the sky till morning,
Then you colour me in, guess it won`t amount ot much,
Seems to me that i`ve lost my touch,
I`m back in line,
Don`t believe a thing they say today,
Turn around and walk away,
Everything will go your way,
I pray, Seems we all get lost amonst the pigeons and the crumbs.