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