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 amounts 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 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 amounts the pigeons and the crumbs.