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 amongst 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 color me in
guess it didn't amount to much
seems to me 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 amongst the pigeons and the crumbs |